Showing posts with label babystyle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label babystyle. Show all posts

9/18/13

Cstyle

so this momma right here didn't take a single picture of her son on her fancy pants last month. not a single one. curse you iphone and your darn convenience self. But that's all besides the point today. Well not really, totally the point of the photos but not the point of this post. keep up.

This little guy is going to be a year old in a few weeks. in. a. few. weeks. It's had me really trying to stop and remember the days of a newborn and infant. Some how, they are so hard to recall. Like it was just a few months ago and this momma can't even picture his small face sometimes. What the crap? Is it just me or is like a momma thing, cause it ain't cool. So these sessions of trying to remember what life was like with a 1 month old leave me going back to old archive posts of my blog. Which then lead me to thinking PRAISE THE LORD I BLOGGED!


Yesterday, a sweet friend kept C so I could get several errands done for his party. Read: I'm eternally grateful, and I got in and out of Walmart in record time. I spent over an hour walking around Target. Read: H e a v e n. We are celebrating his party next week (a full 5 days before his actual bday) so family can attend. So if you need me this week, I'll be stringing cheerios (it goes with his theme) and crying to myself while I browse old blog posts. Keep this momma in your prayers why don'tcha. Prepping for a new baby all while watching your little guy turn one apparently does a number on the emotions. Who knew? Now if you'll excuse this random blog post, I have to go tell my son why trying to put his finger in my computer outlet will only cause regret. kids these days.

2/26/13

Cstyle

C wore this outfit this past weekend. Why on earth are baby clothes so much cuter than adult clothes. I mean.. that hat. kills.me.


This morning I held C a little closer than normal. Sometimes fears set in. hard. I fear I'll lose him, he'll lose me, he won't come to know Jesus one day, I wont be a good mother, and on and on and on. You mommas out there know what I'm talking about. He's growing so quickly, and I already don't remember what it was like when he was small enough to cuddle on my shoulder. It's devastating how quickly they grow. As I was sitting there holding him so tightly that he was squirming to get free, I just had to stop and ask Jesus to take those fears away. He is sovereign, He is in control, and, most importantly, C belongs to Him. I am just a vessel. When I start to dwell on thoughts like Jesus loves him more than I ever possibly could, all those fears seem to vanish. Those fears are not from the Lord. Mommas out there... give your sweet babies to Jesus every single day. It's the only way I make it through the day sometimes.