Scuba Sam

First day of swim lessons. I dont know who had more fun, Phil or Sam. Probably Phil. As you can see in these pic, there couldn't be a prouder Daddy. I think Phils been waiting his entire adult life to answer the question "What did you do today" with "I went for a swim with my son!"  I love my boys :)

A few more from his lesson:

Swimming today was the end of a very snot filled week. Sam had a fever this past weekend that lasted for a few days. I think it was from his 6 month shots, no big deal, but then he came down with a cold so the days were filled with snot and coughing. I felt bad for him, especially now that I think I have his cold. Ugh. So it goes!

But even with a fever, and cold etc, he slept through the night every night this week! Now if I could only get my own butt to bed earlier I could stop being sleep deprived. Easier said than done.

I don't know why I stay up so late most nights. Most of the time that is when I'm working, editing, emailing, working on the business. But lately I also have been caught in up reading blogs. I think it's really an awesome time we live in where you can connect with someone over a computer screen. Where words, which have always been powerful, can make the person reading them feel as though they were written just for them. There are so many inspiring people out there, and it's even easier with blogs, facebook, twitter, etc, to be inspired by them.

I always saw this blog as more of a journal for me. I don't know who reads it, and it really doesn't matter. I vent, I share, I talk about my life and  my crazy world. It might not be crazy or interesting to anyone else, but it's mine and I love it.

I do wish I had more time to blog. It's a good thing that I've been busy, really. Filling my weekends with photo sessions and my weekdays with Sam is perfect. I do think I'm going to need more "me" time. More bubble baths, more gym time, ooooooh and maybe a pedicure???? Yeah right. I think back at how my mom did it with 3 girls and now I understand why she never did any of those things. There wasn't ever any "her" time. I wish I would have paid more attention to that. Maybe I could have been a little quieter at the end of the day, pulled less hair, threw less things at my sisters, stuck less fingers in my sisters sugar-free pudding (that was a rough night!). But I'd do it all the same if it meant I would still have the connection I do with my mom and sisters. It took me a while to get there with mom. I wasn't the easiest teenager (or college student) to have as a daughter.  It took me a while, too, with my sisters. I am the youngest who only ever wanted to be just like them, but I'd be damned if I let them know that. So in some ways, I hope I'm not like my mother - I definitely don't want to give up "me" time altogether. But knowing that she put us first every second and that we were in her mind with every decision she made . . . being a bit like her wouldn't be a bad thing at all.


A few from our week:

Too bad he wasn't cute with a fever.

I decided I want to be in a shot every now and then...

Getting that snotty nose under control - with the help of snoop doggy dog. (thats what I call his blankie)

and a little love from the real doggie dog too...

and then we crashed....