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Big blessing, tiny body.

I always say that I feel like I am my best self when Bug is around.  Why?  Probably because I know she is more like me than I want to admit and I want to set a good example for her.  I know that some of my attributes might not be all that great and those attributes are not the ones I want to shine when she's around.  I know some traits are inherent and others are learned.  And I sure don't want her to learn those things from me (whatever they may be).  So, I try.  Really hard.  Every single second I'm around her.  Some days I fail (miserably) and some days I do pretty well at setting a good example for her.  At first I thought I was just riding the new baby wave with all this example setting, but after almost year and a half with Bug in our lives, I can say that she has and is still making me a better person every day.  What a big blessing in a tiny body!  She is my constant reminder to be at my best (or to at least try).  At some point all this attitude changing has become somewhat second nature in front of Bug.  Now, I wish it would become second nature when she's not around.  :P  Work in progress. 

Mommy and Bug time.


She is so great at Simon Says!

The parenthood manual told me I would be guiding her, but really...she is guiding me too...and teaching me more lessons about life, love, and patience than I could probably ever teach her.  Everything else we learn together along the way and leave it up to God.

I love this kid more than she will ever know...or maybe one day when she has kids she will know.  Who knows?!?!  For now, even though she doesn't "know know", I hope she feels it.  I know when I was younger I wasn't conscious of how much my mom cared, but I felt it and now more than ever, with my own kid, I know AND feel it even more.

She's not even a year and a half and watching her grow up is so fun (in the most painful way).  WAH!

God Bless,
Kat

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