Lately, Ruby insists on "helping" mama with everything.
Laundry for instance, is a very fun chore.
She's getting a little neater when it comes to eating.... sort of.
Diesel is very inconspicuous and sneaky about helping her clean up though....
Helping Mama with makeup is a new favorite morning game. My girl has good taste...she only eats the expensive ones.
She's also started this thing where she crawls right over to the scale in the bathroom when I'm getting ready in the morning and just screams at it... of course she's completely ridiculous when I don't have my camera. That's how most photo opportunities go, I'm learning. I tell her that only Mommy is allowed to talk like that to the scale, but clearly it's done something that she simply will not stand for....
Swim lessons might have to be a whole separate post...but we have to show you her new "keeni". Nona sent a swimming suit for her and we took the opportunity to model it for everyone via text message while Ryan and his immediate family were in Texas visiting Uncle Reid.
Here's a sneak peak at our little baby fish. She loved the water and all of the excitement of the other kids in the class.
I have started to train for a 5k in the fall. It sort of symbolizes the end of a period of almost two years of events I never would have imagined I would be lucky enough to experience. Pregnancy was a surprise and something I was told that because of my Diabetes, might never happen, or happen successfully... and then there it was...this little bump that kept growing and flourishing despite the doubts my body could handle it...
And then with minor hiccups...our baby girl was born - as perfect as any baby of a non-Diabetic mama would be... (minus all those little pesky tubes)
She's growing into this amazing little lady, and she's helping her mama grow too...
She's taught me from the first positive pregnancy test (because there were like, 12 pregnancy tests taken for validation...) that just because someone says that if you are 'x' you cannot/should not/could not be 'y'... does not mean you have to listen. You are only limited by yourself....
and these little fiery eyes know that already
I'm sore and tired right now... my house is a mess and my laundry pile seems insurmountable. There are dishes in my sink and I desperately need to clean my bathrooms.
But my baby...
she looks like this:
and my family looks like this:
and everything seems right in the world....
I thank God for little moments like this.
Until next time...
"Show me a day when the world wasn't new." Sister Barbara Hance
