Why hello there my readers.

What’s that? Where the heck have I been?

Here there and everywhere.

This weekend/week has been a vortex of sorts. The weekend started out good. Is it sad I cannot even remember what went on this past Saturday? Sunday I was feeling a bit under the weather, like I was fighting something off, so I stayed a-bay from my father and mother seeing as my father had some medical things going on. Cancer sucks. Blips in cognitive function sucks. Aging sucks. BUT, on a positive note things are looking up and medical technology have come a long way. None the less, it is tough seeing your parents and loved ones deal with things that you never want to see them go through. Things they shouldn’t have to go through. Life moves forward. Life pushes through and we just keep going, because we have to.

“If your going through hell, keep going.” – Winston Churchill

Just like Little Magoo this weekend. Mr. Magoo and I put him down for a nap in his crib and we heard a thump…then a “click”…and then the tiny patter of feet as I ran to the bottom of our stairs to see Little Magoo standing there in all his glory.

“Me out crib!”

Wonderful. Ugh. Mr. Magoo spent the rest of the day taking apart the crib and tethering the dresser and getting the twin bed mattress on the floor. I thought it was going to go horribly. I thought Little Magoo was going to be up all night calling for me and playing. We put him “to bed” (also known as him running around his room and reading books on his bed) and about a half hour later we heard snoring over the monitor. I went to check on my baby, and to shut off his night stand light, fully expecting him to be asleep on the floor…but there he was, on his bed, his head on the pillow, sound asleep! He has become so independent lately it is unreal. He is just so independent and it makes me sad that one day he will just not need me anymore. That is about one of the hardest thing about giving birth to a baby…you know from that point on, they are growing up and away from you little by little as you look on with both pride and sadness as they grow into their own.

Even Baby Magoo is just growing so fast. Here he is, NINE months old now. He says “Dada” and dances (he does this little wiggle thing to music or if you sing) and he claps and crawls and sits up. Amazing. It is just amazing how life just blooms.

I hope to be a better blogger. I hope you forgive me. I’m still here.

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