Why me?

Playing moon on Labor day


Cute lil sooners. Brody was much more in to smiling.

First time on a trampoline...he loved it.

Jumping with daddy.

Flipping over daddy.

Aren't they adorable?

Getting some putt putt lessons from daddy.

Alright!!!

Why me? Not said in the typical feel sorry for me tone but in a humbling, I don't deserve this tone. I'm speaking mainly of our precious little boy. He is truly a gift from God, and I am frequently reminded of just how lucky we are to have him in our life. You see, I was able to stay home with him today and do absolutely nothing, which most days would really bother me because I would have more than enough to do tomorrow on my day off. Today, however, was different...I really didn't care about all the chores that waited on me. It was so worth it too. Cason is so darn sweet and I received kiss after kiss, hug after hug and cuddle time after cuddle time. He has such a sweet and caring personality that I can't help but ask, why me? Why did I deserve such a sweet boy that has more love and happiness in his little heart than I have most of the time.

Don't get me wrong, we have our fair share of misfortunes and money woes. For instance, in the last couple of weeks we have had to replace Chris' brakes on his truck, my battery on my car, bought a crib and paint for Kellan's room, etc, etc. All it takes is a few minutes with Cason to realize every dime, minute and ounce of me is worth it to get to have him.

Cason has two (that I know of) teeth coming in right now that have been giving him (and Chris and I) lots of trouble. The poor little guy has been gnawing like a dog on a bone and drooling a gallon a day. Hopefully, they will pop completely through soon. He is repeating everything we say now and his biggest word so far is "breakfast." I was getting him ready Sunday morning and said to him, "Cason, are you ready to go to breakfast with papa?" He confidently replied with a nod, "brefas." I couldn't believe it. I was so proud, after all, that's a HUGE word. ;-)

With his new, huge word has come two small, not so good words, "no" and "mine." We are working really hard to get rid of those two. I guess we have to take the good with the bad, huh?

I'm am 33 weeks pregnant...8 months!!! I can't believe it has gone so fast. We are getting ready, slowly but surely...finally! We painted my old bedroom furniture black and Kellan's room this past weekend. The furniture turned out really well and Chris is adding another coat to the bedroom tomorrow. The crib and mattress came in, and we picked them yesterday and the lady that is making Kellan's bedding said she is almost finish and it should ship soon. I'm so anxious to meet our second little prince and discover his personality like we have Cason's. Chris has made sure through this entire pregnancy that I treat Kellan as I do Cason. For example, when we went to a Ranger's game last month we were looking for a hat for Cason and once we found one Chris quickly started looking for something for Kellan, saying "he has to have some new stuff too. He can't only have old stuff from Cason." So, Kellan got a brand new Texas Rangers outfit, which I might add, Cason never had one as a newborn. LOL. Also, after painting the first coat of metallic paint on Kellan's room, there were visible streaks on the wall from the paint. I said we shouldn't worry about it because between furniture and things on the wall we could cover most of it up. Chris, however, looked up some information on the Internet about how to paint with metallic paint and found that if you paint a second coat sometimes it will cover the streaks. So, guess what? My mom picked up another gallon of metallic paint for us today when she was in Norman and Chris is painting it tomorrow. It cracks me up, but I'm glad he cares and is so diligent about being fair. After all, sounds to me like it's a green light to buy Kellan lots of new clothes. :-)