Inspired

Call me a late bloomer but I'm starting a blog.  I've now made it to the 10th month of the 10th year of the century (too bad this wasnt on the 10th day just to make it interesting) and I'm joining the blog craze.  God gave one of my best friends the gift of words and she uses it to share her adventures to the world.  My blog will be nothing in comparison to hers but I'm giving it a shot.  I'm devoting this mainly to keep everyone in touch with what my little man is doing each day but I will also give my thoughts on certain things that my husband and I have being doing as well.  I can hardly keep my eyes open at the end of the day dealing with the daily stress of work, wifely duties, and motherly duties but I am going to dedicate myself to the success of this blog if it kills me. 

Will someone please educate me on what "blog" means anyway?  According to Dictionary.com, "blog" is a noun (informal) for weblog.  This still doesn't answer my question. 

I have alot to say..at least I think I do because I seem to be talking to myself all day.  I think this will be good therapy for me.  I really am excited about putting my daily reflections out in the open.  Call me crazy but these are my thoughts exactly. 

Enough about me.  Jaxson, my perfect gift from God, is all of 6 months and 14 days old.  Everyday is a new experience with him.  Long gone are the days where I woke up and wondered what I was going to do to keep myself busy and productive.  I must be honest for those who don't know me and my story, I never in my wildest dreams thought I could be responsible for someone else's life.  I have a hard enough time disciplining my dog! I am now 100% devoted to this little bundle of joy.  I have never cried, laughed, daydreamed, worried, or missed sleep as much as I have since Aprl 13, 2010 at 5:27 pm.  My rollercoaster of emotions is something that I am thankful to have.

Funny Jaxson story of the day.  We start our normal bedtime routine around 8:00 pm every night.  I try to keep true to this routine due to the fact that I will have a crazy man on my hands if I deviate away from this ritual.  We go upstairs, his daddy lays out  his PJs, and I give him his bath.  Last night he was a little fussy during bathtime so I rushed to get him out and dried off.  The PJs that Landon laid out were Jaxson's train PJ's and I thought this was a great idea because we haven't worn them in awhile (by awhile I mean like since last week).  I like to put Jaxson in what we call "sleep sack" PJs because it covers him from head to toe so that he wont be cold during the night if he kicks his blanket off.  The train PJs ended up being a little too short but I thought we would try to get one more wear out of them.  BIG MISTAKE!!!!  Around 3:45 this morning Jaxson started fussing so I ran to his room to check on him.  If I wouldn't have been so tired I would have laughed.  He had wiggled both of his arms out of his sleeves and they were stuck inside his train sleep sack PJ's.  He was stuck, confined, trapped.  To make matters worse, he had rolled over to his stomach and couldn't roll make over without the use of his arms.  This made one mad baby.  I guess I would be mad if my arms were stuck in my pajamas.  Needless to say, he ended up in my bed.  Oh the joys of motherhood. 

"Your little arms around my finger and it's so quiet in the world tonight.  Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming, so I tuck you in."~Taylor Swift