motarded adj. excessively stupid; in the military, enthusiastic to the point of stupidity.
We hear this term a lot, living near a military installment. It's usually used to describe a wife who dresses her children in camo, carries an ACU printed handbag, and claims her husband's rank as her own...
These types of women sometimes give the rest of us a bad name.
Normally, I would never do any of those things. But this morning, I got a patriotic urge. I saw my husband, handsomely dressed in his ACU's, my sweet little baby boy, fresh and clean from the bath, and my camera.
Followed by my patriotic urge, came a creative twitch. I had the BEST idea for a photo opportunity.
HOWEVER... my son, being his daddy's little boy, had other plans. My normally sweet, adorable and calm infant turned into a funny face pulling, wiggly, impatient little baby.
Chandler is officially on a sleeping/feeding schedule- he's such an easy baby! He eats every three hours during the day, and every three to four hours during the night. Last night, for the first time, he slept in his own bed (in our room) until almost 6:00 this morning. After we fed him, he slept with us until 9:00, when I woke him up to eat again. He always sleeps better/longer when he's snuggled up next to or on top of his daddy. He's already such a daddy's boy :)
i've waited a hundred years.but i'd wait a million more for you.nothing prepared me forwhat the privilege of being yours would do.
if i had only felt the warmth within your touch,if i had only seen how you smile when you blush,or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,i would have known what i was living for all along.what i've been living for.
your love is my turning page,where only the sweetest words remain.every kiss is a cursive line,every touch is a redefining phrase.
i surrender who i've been for who you are,for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.if i had only felt how it feels to be yours,well, i would have known what I've been living for all along.what i've been living for.
though we're tethered to the story we must tell,when i saw you, well, i knew we'd tell it well.with a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas.like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees.
Chandler quite enjoyed his first bath.. until the water got cold (oh, the joys of living in an apartment) and Jordan and I had to use all possible measures to get him cleaned, rinsed and out before he turned into a baby popsicle.
I think because I spent the majority of my third trimester in a bubble bath, he was happy to be back in the warm water. But the second the temperature started to drop, he was NOT having it.