Cooper Again

Hey, its Cooper here.  I know its been like 6 months since I have written.  So much has changed since I was born.  Really, I am hardly a baby anymore.  I can laugh and talk...I say Dada ALL the time.  I can almost sit up all by myself and I am about to master crawling.  I am so very close.  Really.  And guess what, I went on my first trip last week!  I flew on a plane, first class!  My mom told me its because my dad plays the miles game.  I don't get it but I loved the roomy comfortable leather seat I was sitting in.  I loved it so much, I fell asleep.  Luxury I tell ya.  Anyway, I went to El Paso.  So it is almost like I traveled world wide...Mexico, duh!  When I got there my Nana and Peepaw had everything ready for me.  They even had a party just for me.  All kinds of people came over and stared at me and held me and made me laugh cause they were so funny.  It was a great time.  I can't wait to travel again.  My mom told me that the next time I fly I will get to see the desert but with water!  Apparently its like a HUGE bathtub with sand!  I am totally stoked.  Literally, on the edge of my seat.

Me riding First Class

I went to the Bagel Shop.

AND I went to White Sands Missile Range.  Lots of big missiles.

I will tell you more about my party next time.  I don't want to overwhelm you with my awesome life.

Teethies

I am a new mom, OBVIOUSLY.  Did not mean for that to be in caps but since it is, I may as well leave it.  And I have been blaming my child's unknown outbursts for the past two months on his teeth.  The teeth that do not exist yet but I SWEAR they must be coming.  Really, the child drools buckets and buckets.  How on earth does something so small produce so much liquid.  Seriously, I am on my third outfit for the day because said bucket has been dumped a few times.  And I don't care how long I am a mom, I will never get used to being sopping wet with my child's drool.  Oh and there was also a carrot episode...I will spare you the details but Cooper is eating real foods now.  Exciting and shocking that he is old enough to eat people food.  I cannot believe that I have baby food in my house.  But back to the mysterious teeth.  I felt his gums and I swear I felt little rough spots(teethies).  Bobby didn't feel them so maybe I am creating teeth but I swear, it must be.  My sweet little angel is not so sweet lately.  He is fussy and moody, like a girl.  Yes, I said it.  I am one, so I am allowed. It is almost midnight and I am sitting by the baby monitor counting my teeth. 28!!! TWENTY EIGHT!  There are 28 teeth in my mouth.  Dear Lord, let my child get 2 at a time...or 4 at a time, thats fine too.  I really am not sure I am cut out for 28 episodes of new teethies.  The baby can't even sit up yet, why oh why is he getting teeth?  Welcome to parenthood.....On a brighter note, I received my "push present" this week from Bobby.  And my oh my is it bling bling and loverly!  About one diamond for every new tooth.  Yes, I can do it.  Indeed I can.

Easter, three weeks late

Wow was Easter one two three weeks ago? I know, its been a while.  I was greatly impacted this year by what our Jesus and God did for us. I always appreciated and was in awe of Jesus selflessness in his life here on earth. Amazed by his perfect life and even more by his death for us but this year was different. This year I had a son of my own. I knew the love that I could never understand or fathom, the love of a mother, the love of a parent. How did my God feel watching His son beat to an unrecognizable state, watching his son suffer and then watching his only son die. I assumed it was a terrible few days for our God but until this year, I could never quite grasp that love, that anguish. Cooper got his first cold and ear infection the week before Easter. It was a painful thing for me to watch. I felt so helpless. I was blessed enough to be able to hold my crying baby. My God couldn't hold his baby. I could talk to my baby and tell him it would be okay. My God couldn't speak to his baby, He was forced to stay silent. My son could look me in the eyes and know I would not leave his side. My Jesus wept knowing that His Father had turned his face from Him.  A tiny little ear infection cannot be compared to the vastness of death.  But in my little, tiny human world, I was able to make a connection to understanding I have always longed for.  I am forever impacted. Forever grateful. Completely undeserving. Forever changed.