catsup...ketchup, catch up :)

Okay, well Sethie has 2.5 teeth!!! FINALLY! He has 2 bottom ones and almost one peeking on the top. We find him awake in the morning, sitting up in his crib and playing with his toys. He is the happiest little soul. Well, unless he has a messy diaper. In the car, when he starts to fuss, I can usually just turn around and rub his hair and he quiets down and nods off to sleep. It's the sweetest thing. It's priceless. Today, I kept rubbing his hair even after I knew he was asleep just because. Well, because I was cherishing it. That angel hair. Those baby hairs. Never been cut, similar to baby bird hair- flowy and feathery.
Parker Jay. How's Parker Jay, you want to know? Well, a mess to say the least. The things he says are just hilarious. My favorite right now is .."mama, are you happy?" but, it's how he says happy. He says "happp- peee?" Of course I always say yes. Most of the time he asks me after he goes to the bathroom like a big boy. It kindof blows my mind that he is already learning about what happiness is. I mean, that's like asking me what a soul is. I also love that whenever Seth gets upset or starts to cry, he'll say, "mommy, Sethie needs a bottle?" and his pitch changes mid-word when he says bottle. He's really on a CARS kick right now. We started buying a car for him when we go to Target or Wal-mart and he knows all of their names. Now, he's been asking for them by name! It's crazy. And, pretty cute I must admit.
I started my new job at Wakemed and it's nice to be back home. It's nice to be back with familiar faces and happy doctors. It's nice to think about what the future holds and what doors will open for me just from this decision alone.
Jay continues to work on his MR2. ...tweaking this and that...installing this and that. It's a turn on really. But, I'm sure that's more appropriate for another blog :)
Our first year anniversary came and went. I had to work unfortunately. But, let me tell you. I fall in love with that man more everyday. I swear he's Clark Kent's brother- my hero.

I just had a few minutes, and I felt like I really owed yall a little something something.
Happy Summer friends.
I get my strength from your strength!
~Kimmie

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