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.


Monday, September 15, 2008

Jamie's Bones

Jamie has been really interested in anatomy recently. It really took me by surprise when he began talking about his bones, his brain, his heart, etc. Now I've grown accustom to it and am encouraging proper identification of bones and organs to the best of my ability. I can remember most of the major bones, but you can forget me remember what the names of bones in the fingers are. He somehow knew the veins were blood in his arm, too. He told me there was blue blood in his arm and fingered the veins running along the inside of his arm.

Jamie just amazes me all the time. He comes out with what I think are brilliant comments and I rarely can figure out where he's picked them up at. He's definitely a sponge with a fantastic memory. We watched the TV special about the Dinosaur Mummy and he was just amazed and it captured his attention quite well. He asked questions. He got excited. It was fun to watch him and listen to him.

Along with this new fascination with bones comes a realization that they can be broken. It's almost heartbreaking when the little fellow hurts himself and says, "Mommy, the floor broke Jamie. The floor broke my bones. See my knee is broken." These commentaries are becoming routine when he gets hurt now. I've been trying to explain that little boo boos do not break bones.

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