This weekend we met our newest little beauty. At this point my grandmother has too many great grandchildren to count without making a complicated family tree on a posterboard. I love everything about being part of a huge family.
And I love seeing my grandmother light up every time there is a new addition. Even after all of this time and all of these babies, the love in her eyes is an incredible thing to witness.
Kylie woke up for a bottle at 5:45am. I decided to just go ahead and start my day. It was wonderful to shower, then sit in the kitchen with coffee and a sketchbook as the sun was rising. I really like waking up slowly and quietly in the morning, and I wish Kylie didn’t wake up so early. I’m really not a morning person. At. All. So this is not a routine that I can handle every day. Its hard enough for me most days waking up with her at 6:30.
I miss the drawing time. I just don’t think I can make a habit of 5:30am every day. I mean, I was lucky my brain worked at all this morning. Usually at 5:45am I don’t even know my name. I guess two nights in a row of 6-7 hours of straight sleep after nearly two weeks of a teething screaming baby alarm clock 3 times a night felt like magic.
Our little Kylie took time out of her teething pain this morning to give us two stutter/sideways steps followed by three big steps an hour later… on purpose!!! After these three steps in sequence, she just stood there. Like a statue. For two whole minutes, which in baby time is like an eternity, especially when we’re talking about being still. Then she cried and started rubbing her mouth again.
These few steps are her first, and Jason and I were both right there cheering them on. I’m suddenly hit by the fact that soon, she will have taken too many steps to count, and I’ll officially have a walker.
We’re nearing the end of classic car invasion week here. I sure do love seeing those beauties everywhere I go, and I’m sad that come Monday morning they will be here no more.
I always look forward to Cruisin the Coast. Every year people flood in from all over to show off all makes and models of cars. From Calillacs to Corvettes to even Model T’s, we welcome them all with open arms and October on the Mississippi Gulf Coast just wouldn’t be the same without ‘em.
Of course, this year there are no photos of the festivities from me, my camera battery died. Maybe I should have charged it after the sister took like 400 photos at Kylie’s birthday party…