This blog is just about my life and mostly revolves around my son, Jamie. This blog is a combination of everything, whether it may be a new recipe I tried, a good freebie I found, something funny Jamie said, or feelings I'm having about life in general. There's little rhyme or reason. I'll never win any blogging awards, but I enjoy writing about our lives and I mostly do it for my son. It's so easy to forget moments over the years. I've got all these little tidbits of our life in print and I hope that someday Jamie can enjoy them.

I called this blog Mother of Life, Mother of Loss because of my issues with pregnancy loss and the joy of finally bringing this wonderful person into the world. Truly, I feel the pains of loss, but you won't see too much of that here. I am blessed and I am, above all else, a mother of life.

After all the years of infertility and loss, Matthew and I were blessed with a surprise pregnancy. We were pregnant with twins, but unfortunately, Baby A could not stay with us. Baby B grew into a healthy and happy baby girl that we named Bella Marie. We are so blessed to have two beautiful children.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

A Bad Haircut and Backward Shoes

I took Jamie to the playground this afternoon to play. Right behind the playground is a wooded area and I decided to take him back there. I spent many a happy day when I was young wondering through those woods and catching crawdads with my friends.

The woods are not the same place they were when I was little. The big logs that blocked your path were gone. The overgrowth was gone. The little creeks where I caught crawdads in my youth were all gone, too. There is still a few pretty rocks and logs to the side of the trails, but it just isn't the same place and doesn't have the same feel. It didn't seem nearly as pretty as it once was.

As we were coming out of the woods I stepped in some sort of bee nest in a hole in the ground. I don't know what kind of bees live in the ground. Fortunately I was able to grab Jamie and run down the hill. Somehow, neither of us got stung, but it scared the beejezus out of me.

I got some good pictures of Jamie while we were out there. Rather, they would be good if it wasn't for his idiot mother. I tried to give him a haircut myself the other day. His bangs were getting in his eyes. I love his long hair and think it's very stylish, until my attempt at being a hairdresser. I definitely lack the ability to be one. I think I gave my poor precious boy a mullet. Oh my word. I think about the movie Joe Dirt and the kid who played him as a young boy when I look at poor Jamie. Please, please let it grow quickly.

As though I hadn't done enough to the poor little fellow, I got home and realized I had put his shoes on the wrong feet! I can't believe he didn't complain a bit, even when we were walking in the woods. Surely they were not so comfortable that way.

When we got home I got his shoes on the right feet and took him outside to ride his bike a little. He's been very frightened of it and is just now riding it again after his first attempt when he wrecked. He's catching on pretty quickly, though. He's still leery of picking up any speed whatsoever. I better treasure this time, though. I know he'll be zipping around scaring me to death before I know it. If he's anything like his father, he'll be popping wheelies and standing on the seat. Pray for me that I don't have a heart attack on the spot when he does.

Shots of him holding himself just complete the picture.

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