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It's not a "door closed, window open" kind of thing. There's no silver lining ahead. Life is not going to offer something better because we've lost Dave.<br />
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Houses can be rebuilt. New jobs can be acquired. A lousy break up can ultimately lead you to someone better.<br />
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But there's no new brother that will magically appear and fill the spot that is now permanently empty in my family. There's no bright side for parents who have lost their only son. How does a wife face a future without her soulmate? And there's nothing good to be said about 2 boys who will barely even remember their Daddy.<br />
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My brother was 35. Only 2 years older than me. He'd done so much already, but still had so much more to do. I don't think I'll ever understand.Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15600805702763368396noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868025296236706922.post-2652794654258736062014-01-02T16:04:00.002-05:002014-01-02T16:04:30.527-05:00My big brother<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This picture was taken before my wedding ceremony. Dave played and sang for us, "The Other Side of Me." The song is definitely made for a husband and wife, but there are parts that I know apply to how I feel right now, as well as the rest of my family:</div>
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"I have know the emptiness</div>
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My brother was, hands-down, the funniest person ever. Everything was fun if Dave was there. He was always telling a joke, or a funny work story. He loved to make fun of his sisters, and we loved being the subject of his joking around! </div>
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There will be a constant hole in our family. </div>
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I know that my brother is in heaven. He believed that Jesus died for him. There is no doubt in my mind about that. Our family reunion will be in heaven. But it still hurts so much.</div>
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There are many times that this still feels unreal to me. I see a picture of Dave and think, there's no way he's not really here. It's just so hard to fathom that he's really gone, and gone forever. No more tomorrows here on earth. </div>
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And we continue to believe that God is good, even when life is so unbearably hard.</div>
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<br />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15600805702763368396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868025296236706922.post-31155237021365066112014-01-01T21:17:00.001-05:002014-01-01T21:17:34.220-05:001978-2013<div style="text-align: center;">
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On Monday, December 16, 2013, my brother was in an accident while working as a State Trooper on the NYS Thruway. </div>
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So for now, this is it. I still have a hard time believing it's real.</div>
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<li>sometimes September feels quite a bit like January to me...a fresh start, new goals, exciting ideas to tackle...I suppose this comes from working a job with a September-August calendar.</li>
<li>potty training...isn't happening yet. the potty and underwear have been purchased. somebody needs to get on the ball. *cough*JJ*cough*</li>
<li>grace. given to me. how can I not then turn and give it myself?</li>
<li>sometimes rising early is worth it for the quiet and peace.</li>
<li>positivity breeds positivity. and I love positivity.</li>
<li>sometimes it scares me to think of the world my child is growing up in. when I feel that way, I stop and pray. I pray that he will be kind. that he will be good. and that he will always put Jesus first.</li>
<li>cicadas are gross and I'm glad they hide for 17 years. and they can continue to live while missing most of their body. don't ask me how I know this.</li>
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Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15600805702763368396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868025296236706922.post-47701377857679070772013-07-02T21:43:00.003-04:002013-07-02T21:43:45.376-04:00.time for bed.<div style="text-align: justify;">
This is the part where I say, Wow, what a bad blogger I am! I can't believe it's been 6 months since I last posted! Now I'm turning over a new leaf, yada, yada, yada...)</div>
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Best time of day for me? Reading to and rocking with JJ before bed. Especially lately - he's turned into quite the little snuggler! There are a few books we vary between, but almost always in the mix is <u>Time for Bed</u>.</div>
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Anyway, this book, always in the line up. Very simple - each page is a different animal, a Mom and Baby, talking about how it's time for bed. ("It's time for bed little mouse little mouse, darkness is falling all over the house.")</div>
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He's always liked the book, points out the moon, the stars, makes the animals noises. But lately he's started doing the cutest thing. When we turn each page he quickly points to the bigger of the 2 animals and says, "Mama!" I say, "Yes, that's the Mama (insert animal here)." He then quickly points to the smaller animal and says, "JJ!" I then say, "Yes, that's the JJ!" It is too adorable and something I never want to forget. I also never want to forget the way he turns around on my lap when book time is over and snuggles in for some rocking time. Sometimes I sing, sometimes it's quiet, sometimes I talk about what we did that day. Special times. </div>
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Just had to buy a new hair straightener. I swear, I buy one at least every year. This time, one side stopped heating up. Come to find out, that really makes a difference in how well it straightens hair. Who knew? Anyway, this time I paid $5 to get the extended warranty which lasts 2 years. I figure if I buy it, I probably won't have to use it. But it's there if I need it!</div>
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I'm about to eat some deep-fried mozzarella sticks for lunch. There's one New Year's resolution out the window. I might follow that up with some frozen Heath bars. I'm also not jumping into my upstairs cleaning like I wanted to. Resolution number 2, not going as I had anticipated! Maybe I'll be in the mood after the junk food.</div>
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Got a car wash today. The car looks great. Found out JJ doesn't like car washes so much.</div>
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Ahh, I smell the grease calling. Happy Friday.</div>
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Into the bacon-y and now chicken-y pan (you haven't removed anything after the chicken, right?!) add 1/4 of an onion, grated and about 1 and a half teaspoons of garlic...2 cloves? I was working from a jar. Cook the onion and garlic a few minutes then crumble in the bacon strips. </div>
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Even though I've been caring for children for <em>years, </em>I've only been a parent for about 21 months. And 7 days. But who's counting? Anyway, the experience I had definitely prepared me for being a Mom, but being "The Mom" is a whole 'nother ballgame. Any parent will tell you it's about making mistakes as you go. You pray, you learn, you try, you mess up, you get up tomorrow and try again. They don't, as the saying goes, come with instruction manuals.</div>
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From Super Why, JJ has learned letters. He can already identify i, Ee, N, Mm, Oo, Tt and Ss...maybe more, that's all I can think of right now! It's seriously such a great show!</div>
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As we brace for impact, this weekend is no doubt full of prep and battening down of hatches. Whatever hatches are. I'm definitely not high-strung when it comes to storms, flooding and power outages, but having a little one around changes things slightly. And of course, being married to a volunteer fire chief means I could quite possibly be braving the storm solo.</div>
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Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15600805702763368396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868025296236706922.post-40322578558986774692012-10-26T21:12:00.002-04:002012-10-26T21:12:52.362-04:00sickthe house is trashed.<br />
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Yesterday I went downhill fast. Faster as the day went on. Throat hurting, lots of coughing, just generally feeling lousy. I spent the evening on the couch, and somehow managed to make it in to the bedroom when it was time for bed.</div>
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Today I ran a couple necessary errands, then spent the rest of the day on the couch. I'm so grateful for a very good little boy who is happy to just play. He kept bringing toys over to me and just putting them next to me while I laid on the couch. Love that kid.</div>
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Manners are always of utmost importance at our house. Above all else, you must always conduct yourself in a manner worthy of entertaining the most proper of the proper, even if that means the royal family itself.</div>
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You start off with dreams. Ideas of who your child will be. And despite what I may have wanted to admit, I'll admit the truth. All I wanted was a healthy child, one without deformity or disability. One that could make it easily through life.</div>
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When I think of my little boy in his school years, I'll be honest. What I imagined for him was popularity. Sports. Smart enough to do well. Handsome (of course!) My main desire? That he would fit in. That he would have friends. That he would be 'normal'. </div>
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I want for him to stand up. To stand up for himself, for what he believes in, for those who can't stand up for themselves. To speak for those who can't, or won't, even when it's not the popular thing to do. To stand up to those doing wrong, not caring what they think of him. </div>
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I want him to try. Try and succeed, try and fail. Either way is okay with me. Just as long as it's not a life of mediocrity, scared to make an attempt. I want him to take the leap, even if he's scared, even if the next step isn't clear.</div>
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I've been mulling over the "Be the change you want to see in the world" quote lately. It can cross over to so many parts of our lives. Be the change you want to see in your church. Be the change you want to see in your family. I'm well aware that who JJ is yet to become depends largely on what he sees and experiences. Am I a friend? Do I stand up for those who don't have a voice? Do I live my life with compassion? Am I willing to step out in faith and try, even when the pathway is shadowed and dim?</div>
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I don't have it all figured out yet. Obviously. But my prayers have changed. I pray for JJ in new ways now. I can only hope I'm doing what I need to in order to instill in him the things I desire to see. Time will tell. And I can't wait to see the boy and man he becomes.</div>
Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15600805702763368396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868025296236706922.post-88966782106709755822012-09-08T21:00:00.000-04:002012-09-08T21:00:56.338-04:00Dinosaur Train<div style="text-align: justify;">
After an amazingly sucessful 5K/Walk N Roll today, it was out to dinner for us. (Of course inbetween there it was also naptime for everyone, no exceptions!) John decided on Dinosaur BBQ since we <em>still </em>hadn't been!</div>
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I want to go back. The food was so good. My particular favorite was their homemade ranch (I think) dipping sauce. It actually came on JJ's plate, for his chicken fingers. I swiped it for dipping my fries. Oh, yum. So good. I want more.</div>
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One of JJ's latest things is dipping. He likes to dip his fries and nuggets in ketchup now. And he's actually pretty good about taking a bite of whatever he's eating, and not just licking the ketchup off. Well about halfway through dinner, I look over and he's watching his big cousin dip her fingers in the ketchup and lick them off. Next thing I know, he's doing the same thing. Hilarious! I said, "Livy, you're teaching JJ bad habits!"</div>
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A few minutes later, Olivia was scolded for something...I don't even remember what. And what was her response to Mommy? "But Mommy, I can't stop, I'm teaching JJ bad rabbits!"</div>
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And I don't know how often Dino BBQ has live music, but they did tonight. The kids had a great time dancing and putting money in the guitar case for about 15 minutes! The guy singing tonight...wish I could remember his name...he was really good! Sang an original song (I Do was the name of it...I think) and I found myself singing along! Definitely had great talent, hope he gets a big break!</div>
Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15600805702763368396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868025296236706922.post-19326539846041149622012-08-20T21:47:00.001-04:002012-08-20T21:47:39.987-04:00the stairs<div style="text-align: justify;">
Our upstairs is basically unused. Except for storage. There are 2 bedrooms and a half bath up there, but we don't use them. All we do is store stuff. There are 2 twin-sized beds upstairs. Lots and lots of blankets. Christmas stuff. Baby stuff. Diamond Dogs stuff. Craft and sewing stuff. Holiday/seasonal stuff. Computer printer, desk, extra kitchen stuff, pictures, cards (I rarely throw one out) <em>lots</em> of clothes...it's a mess.</div>
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And the stairs leading up there? Well, if I have something that needs to go up, it gets put on the stairs. There's a door, so I just close it. And the stairs accumulate more, and more, and, well, you can probably picture it. Are you picturing it? Picture it worse. It was really bad. So today I tackled it, and it honestly didn't take me too long.</div>
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There was lots of stuff on the stairs. Easter egg dying kits. Christmas cards. (For real!) Random baby clothes. Little paintbrushes. Christmas ornaments. Sudoku books. A box of Q-Tips. It was dangerous to try and climb them. And with my fire fighter hubby...well, let's just say I know better than to let it get like that!</div>
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In the midst of all of this, I came across a stack of cards. This stack of cards has been moved from place to place in our house, but I didn't realize they were on the stairs. I knew right away when I saw them what they were. I opened the first one. It was a "Congratulations! A new baby is on the way!" kind of card. The date inscribed inside was November 2008. The next card I opened was a condolence card. With the same date written inside. I considered just putting the stack aside and dealing with it later...but instead I grabbed the cards and sat down in the living room.</div>
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I read through each one of those cards. Some congraulations, but most condolence. My first pregnancy, ending because it was ectopic. I was surprised at the range of people that sent me cards. Everyone from family, to friends, to church family, to co-workers, to parents from Pineview...sharing in my sorrow, believing and hoping for the future, offering a shoulder to cry on, sharing their own stories of loss. I cried through most of them.</div>
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Even though the losses I suffered have most definitely been soothed by having JJ here to love and hold, there are times when I cry. Times when I just sit and mourn. You see, even though it has made it easier, it's also made it harder. Because now I know. I'm experiencing life with JJ, and I know what I'm missing out on with my other babies. So every once in awhile, I give in to those emotions and I just cry. </div>
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I can't believe it's been almost 4 years. It doesn't seem possible. But God has been faithful, and He does keep His promises!</div>
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Before bed JJ has a new routine, now that bottles are a thing of the past. (He was still getting a nighttime bottle until just a little while ago...Mommy couldn't give it up:) He gets a snack and drink, then brushes his teeth. If it's a bath night, he gets a tubby. Then into his pj's he goes. We read a book together (<em>always </em>the same book) then he goes to bed. Still has his binky at bedtime (and naptime) but I'm ok with that. I'm thinking maybe at 18 months we'll try to give it up. Or maybe not.</div>
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He's a picky, picky eater!!! Very frustrating for me. I try to do what I know I should (give him what we're eating, and don't make something special for him) but the kid doesn't like <em>anything. </em>No chicken, no beef, no soup, very limited vegetables. What he does like? Nutri-Grain bars, yogurt, crackers, bread, most fruit...but anything can change at any given moment. Hit or miss things are broccoli, cucumber, cheese, tomato...and a variety of other things.</div>
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This summer has been fun with lots of swimming at Grammy & Grampy's, playing with cousins, learning to swing a bat, playing in the backyard, and just plain having fun. Oh yeah, JJ has something else he loves to play with now:</div>
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Tonight I was running out to grab some McDonalds for dinner. I grabbed my wallet, phone and keys. JJ saw what I had in my hands and he left the kitchen headed for the living room. I didn't know what he was doing, but I thought he might want to come with me (and I was hoping for a fast trip) so I hurried out the door. Right as I was closing the door behind me I saw him reappear in the kitchen carrying my purse. He knew I needed it if I was leaving the house! !!! I had to open the door back up and give him a big kiss because he's so smart and oh-so-cute!!</div>
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After experiencing a few days of horrible, no good, awful (physical) pain, I've come to a conclusion. I've actually come to this conclusion before. More than once. Like whenever I reflect on difficult times in my life. Or when someone else's trials become known to me. Or when I hear Otis Redding suggesting that a little tenderness just might be the antidote.</div>
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My main point I guess is that age-old saying about walking a mile in someone elses' shoes. You don't know by looking at someone what they're going through. True, there are those who wear their emotions on their sleeves, and love to let you know just how miserable their life is. But think of all those you pass each day. Those people you work with. The cashiers you come in contact with. Fellow shoppers, drivers, restaurant-goers or even family members. So many carry silent pain, whether physical, emotional, whatever. </div>
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So instead of honking at that driver who didn't go right away when the light turned green, maybe take the time to realize that she couldn't see the light turn through her tears. Instead of being frustrated that your neighbor <em>still</em> hasn't mowed his lawn, consider doing it for him. Instead of swearing at that person who just cut you off, think about the fact that she could be rushing to the hospital to be at the bedside of someone she loves. When that older person takes forever counting out change for the cashier at WalMart, take the time to consider that the conversation taking place could be the only one that older person will have all day.</div>
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I know there are jerks out there. People who drive crazy just because. Annoying folks who just talk your ear off. But what does it hurt you to just have a little compassion? What does it cost you? Nothing. And someday, somewhere, someone will offer you that compassion. Thinking about others before yourself is kind of the way life is supposed to work. So give a little grace to those around you, and always remind yourself that you don't know what burdens another person may be carrying. Your compassion could be the only thing they need to make it through the day.</div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15600805702763368396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868025296236706922.post-62127755654958424882012-03-01T11:00:00.001-05:002012-03-01T11:00:57.091-05:00Snow Day ~ Part Two<div style="text-align: justify;">
Hello little snowman.</div>
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The snow is falling. The most significant snowfall we've had, well, all season! My kitchen is stocked and the Jeep is full of gas and tucked safely away in the garage. I'm happy to stay inside and have nowhere to go. Except for taking JJ out to play, which happened just a little while ago. I layered him up and pulled him around the yard in a laundry basket. He loved it, Zoe chased us around, then it was naptime.</div>
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He also must be in the throws of a growth spurt. Lots of eating and lots of sleeping! This morning, the breakfast that JJ and I usually split, went solely to him. If this is a sign of things to come, I think he's going to eat us into the poor house! Seriously, between last night and this morning, it's like he can't get enough to eat! We'll see how he likes the enchiladas for dinner tonight!</div>
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JJ and I did a huge grocery day on Monday. Lots of coupons and sales. Between ShopRite and Price Chopper I spent $128.10 and saved $137.88. I have meals for probably about a month, as well as breakfast, snack and lunch stuff. It was an awesome day and JJ was a real trooper. One and a half hours out at ShopRite, home for a nap, then an hour out at Price Chopper! Won't have to do that again for awhile! It's nice to have tons of food in the house, and to have my menu made up. The worst part of cooking is trying to figure out what to make. This way, it's already decided for me ahead of time. Love doing that.</div>
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Now I need to finish up some laundry and dishes. But I'm so tired, I just feel like taking a little nap while JJ takes his nap. Isn't that what they say to do? Sleep when the baby sleeps? He still qualifies as a baby, right? At least for a few more weeks...</div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15600805702763368396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868025296236706922.post-20521495175652771272012-02-23T21:51:00.000-05:002012-02-23T21:51:34.120-05:00Eleven (?!?!) Months<u>Eating</u><br />
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Food is not going quite as well as before; and I don't really know why! One day he'll love something, the next day it's on the floor. (Literally. Something we're working on.) So every day is hit or miss. Some new things that he's had and <strike>really</strike> usually loves are kiwi, watermelon, peaches, apple butter, toast and NutriGrain bars. He still gets formula 4 times a day, and I cannot <em>wait</em> until we can switch to milk!!</div>
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There is something funny he does at nap time now. I lay him down and cover him, and before I'm even out of the room he's standing up and pulling on his mobile. He loves it and thinks it's so funny. It usually takes about 15 minutes before he gives up and falls asleep. </div>
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He is all over the place. I know I've said that before, but now I really mean it! The bathroom door and our bedroom door are always closed. We have a gate we occasionally put up blocking the laundry room so he won't go play in Zoe's water dish. He crawls like a pro, pulls up on everything, including walls and Zoe, and he cruises along furniture all the time now. He'll even stand for a second or so at a time. I can't believe how much he's changed in a month. We bought him a new toy that he can push and walk behind. He loves it! He still likes lots of his other toys, as well as lots of our stuff. The phone, remote, they're still favorites, as well as empty boxes, utensils, etc. He loves to clap and talk. </div>
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We're definitely starting to see JJ's determination and stubbornness! Now the real work begins: trying to guide him while not breaking that drive that we see. It can be frustrating at times. Like when he touches the floor lamp that he's not supposed to touch for the tenth time in a row, then looks at me to see what I'm going to do about it. He's a little stinker. He also gets into these phases where he pulls on Zoe's fur and does not want to stop. So we're just trying to be consistent with him and show him the right way to do things. Sometimes he gets a little hand slap, but that doesn't seem to phase him in the least. </div>
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I said to John today, can you believe in only one month he's going to be One?! I honestly can't believe we've had him in our lives for almost a full year now. He really makes our lives worthwhile, and we both just can't get enough of him. I started crying today just thinking about it. He's the best thing ever, and he makes everyday better, even sick days.</div>
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My little man is on the move, and he never stops! I've been so busy just chasing after him and trying to keep the house clean! He's more and more fun everyday; I can't believe how much I love him. He keeps us laughing, as well as sighing, and there's lots of "no!" coming out of our mouths these days!</div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15600805702763368396noreply@blogger.com0