Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Jamison Joins a Swim Class

Jamison's first swim! Since he was born, he has loved water. I think the only time he has ever cried was his very first bath in the hospital and one other time when we thought it was a good idea to make the water cool :) All the other times in the bath are spent splashing, giggling, and he usually has a huge grin from ear to ear. I am grateful for this because anytime he is having a fussy day or I just need a little break from whatever, I put him in the tub (supervised of course!) and instantly the mood changes! Well enough about baths...we wanted to expose Jamison early to swimming and he LOVED it. I will let the photos speak for themselves. I think my favorite thing about these photos is the reality that Jamison has a dad that is willing to be present and engaging in his life. I love seeing James with our son. A little secret is that James felt nervous to be in the pool with him.."I felt as if his life was in my hands." I like that he gets unerved at times when it comes to being Jamison's dad. It is a reminder that life is fragile and we must cherish these moments. I cherished watching them and snapping photos as well. 




Monday, May 21, 2012

9 & 10 together...





Jamison, You have now surpassed the amount of months you spent in my womb. 
You have 6 showing teeth.
You now have experienced swimming in a pool. 
You love turning pages in a book and you often crawl to your daddy or I when we are reading the Bible...you love those thin pages. 
Oh yes, you are crawling, more like scooting with your arms! 
You have mastered wrestling/crawling on top of you doggy Durango. 
You like to look outside through the window and clap your hands against the glass. 
You enjoy feeding yourself..still love those sweet potatoes. 
You still (and I hope forever) love to snuggle. 
You continue to be a blessing! 


I love you buddy!

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