Starting a blog...
The thought of scrap booking is just too overwhelming to me and knowing that I haven't touched Brycen's baby book in at least 6 months solidifies that I will never be a "scrap booker."
In church on Sunday, a very nice lady named Dianne Rathje turned around during the service and asked for my email saying that she had an idea for me. I wrote it down and didn't think anything of it. I then received her email on Sunday afternoon about her family member has a blog of their child's activities and uses it instead of a scrapbook.... more like a journal. She suggested that I do this for Brycen. What a wonderful idea. I know friends that blog but never really thought of doing it myself. It is a great idea and Burke even mentioned that I should do it.
Here I am, on my lunch break a work, typing up the very first blog for Brycen's cyber scrapbook. I'll try my best not to boast and be "that parent" but so many things are exciting in his development that it makes it difficult not to be incredibly proud of your little one. So please, this is my way of saying I'll do my best to not be an arrogant parent.
A few funny events from the previous weekend....
Brycen is 100 weeks old this week. I receive a weekly parenting email that describes what children his age are up to and into. This week's email congratulated them on being 100 weeks old and began describing the language development for a child a few weeks away from being 2 years old. As I read through the email I had to laugh. As I read the email to Burke he signed and nearly rolled his eyes at the thought of what the email described.
If you don't already know, our little stud is quite the talker. The email described a toddler his age knowing about 50 words and learning more daily. He says the funnies things and sometimes I don't know where he gets it!
On Friday of last week, we were driving to Jean's house (daycare) and passing over the 380 bridge by Prairie High School. Brycen looks out the window and says, "No fall down there, Mama. (pause) Be careful. Drive on the road." Now, I don't know what type of driver I am but I got a kick out of his concern and expression. He obviously has parents and a daycare provider that always tell him to be careful.
On Saturday morning, Brycen woke up at 5:40am and entertained himself by singing nursery rhymes. We'd hear him singing Row, Row, Row your boat, Humpty Dumpty, and the Itsy, bitsy spider with a few moments of silence here and there. Eventually he asked to go potty and we got up.
Later, we were having breakfast and Burke's English muffin pops up out of the toaster and Brycen yells, "toast is ready, Dada!" while Burke is in the bathroom. I told Brycen I'd get it ready for Daddy and he tells me that Daddy would be "happy." I just had to laugh and agree that I'm sure he would be.
Until the next time!