
The love of our lives was born on 8.13.09 and is the light of our lives. Mills is our happy, busy, typical little boy, who never slows down. He is a huge fan of Moose and Zee, Handy Manny and Mickey Mouse and loves playing with his "big-brother-dog," Joey. There is not a day that goes by that I don't look at this precious miracle given to us by God and sit in awe.
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So, I left things as they were with complete confidence that Joey would help with the clean up. I took our sleepy eyed boy upstairs, put him in the tub (oh but he was happy now). Next to the bedroom for jammies and a book. It was 6:15 by then and nothing seemed to make Mills happy. So, I gave up. Heading downstairs to the fridge for his bottle, our boy rubbed his eyes and whined the whole time. So, you guessed it. It was bed time, and way to early for it, but I had no choice. I knew that if I went upstairs, fed him his bottle and rocked him, he would be out like a light and go to sleepy town. He is always so easy to put down. Oh, BUT WAIT! The little fella tried to wiggle out of my arms, pushed his bottle away and threw a fit. So, I gave him "pappy," which he didn't want, and tried to rock him a little more. This made him more and more mad. So, broken-hearted, I picked him up, and put him in his crib. Usually, he will play, or roll around in his crib. At the most, he will whimper, but tonight, he screamed like I have NEVER heard him scream before. My heart sank to my stomach as I turned and walked out of the room. I kept telling myself, "just keep walking, get the monitor. He's tired. He'll go to sleep." I could hear him screaming from the top of his lungs as I so sadly walked downstairs. It lasted for about two minutes and then I watched him throw himself down, grab "pappy" and he was done. *insert deep breath
star stacker toy. You can take them off and put them back on, and you know how to make it light up and sing! .


Our "Yankee Doodle Boy" waving his flag


Tonight, our church, held it's first annual "Let Freedom Ring" fireworks celebration. The festivities did not start until 8:00, with fireworks being at 9:00. I really wanted to participate, but was a little worried that after a day on the water, it may be too much and too late for Mills. I was also a little worried at how he may react to the fireworks. After thinking it over, I decided to give it a try. For those of you who know me well, we have a pretty strict bed time routine, but mostly in part because Mills demands it. Anyway, I loaded him up with his stroller, bag, plenty of snacks and milk, and our beach blanket, and headed across the street for music, a wonderful message, and an AWESOME fireworks display. Mills was so good. He sat in his stroller very content, eating his puffs and crunchies, then decided that it was time to get out. So, after letting him crawl around on the blanket, we moved closer to the pond where the fireworks were to be displayed. I was waiting for reaction, and sure enough, the first ones went off, and I got the most pitiful lip and whimper ever. My first thoughts were..."oh no, this isn't going to go very well," but after popping his "pappy" in his mouth, and dancing with excitement with him, he livened up, and did great. Mills sat in my lap, very still, and watched with amazement. He was all smiles for what seemed like eternity.
I can tell you this, there is nothing like sitting on a blanket holding your sweet baby close and watching a beautiful display of fireworks with friends. I will never forget this night, and am so glad that we went. It was truly a blessing!
