Where do I start???????

Oh wow! What a day it has been! I have been very very sick the past few days (as has Micah) so my day started off with a bang! A banging headache that is. After choppy sleep for 3 or 4 nights, a headache is all I wanted. Marcus had to work today so I thought I would have to fight with the kids all day alone because it was cold out yesterday so no one played outside. BUT...at 4 am while I was tending to a sleep deprived Micah, I looked out and saw it...SNOW. I knew the kids would be thrilled! Which meant I was thrilled because they would play outside (I know it sounds bad, but come on, I'm sick) So...at 9am Marcus called and said "don't let the kids outside until I come home" Darn. Day shot...so I thought. I laid in bed until Micah woke up at 9:30. I rolled over to see his big brown eyes gazing into mine. Let me stray from the present conversation for a moment...

I NEVER knew how much I could love a baby boy! I knew I would love him, don't get me wrong. I just never had a clue as to how much. In all honesty, I had my doubts that I could love him as much as I loved the girls. How dumb was I? He holds my heart in his little mulatto hands. I hated the fact the Ryan (brother) could get out of any trouble with momma by making her smile or laugh (girls, you know what I am talking about). Oh! it drove me absolutely nuts. I forsee this problem in my future. Anyway, I love him so very much. I cherish every gleam I see in his eyes. I understand the baby's breath ma!

Ok, back to the conversation. We, Micah and I, laid in bed for a few minutes then I nursed him and we moved from the bed to the couch. That is pretty much where I stayed until Marcus came home at one. Well, while I was laying on the couch, Micah was sitting on the floor beside me chewing on a rubber ring he has. I looked down and there was blood all over his hands and mouth. Oh crap! So I get to looking in his mouth, and he has been cutting his two front teeth for several days now. Well, yesterday I checked them and he had a little blister pocket on one, today after the blood, the blister pocket was gone and there sat his little white tooth, staring at me.

So, Marcus called close to one and said "tell the kids to get their hat and gloves on" So, within 10 minutes, the kids are dressing for snow and Marcus is walking in the door. He gets them all bundled up and they head out the front door. Within seconds, I hear screams of laughter eminating from the front yard. Curiousity got to me so I went to the love seat and opened the blinds to see what was the cause of this riot outside. Micah went with me of course. We sat down and peeked outside only to see a daddy and 3 kids outside rolling snowballs and throwing them at each other. They laughed and played like I haven't heard in such a long time. I sat there with Micah watching my family enjoy each other! How great is that. Of course they came to the window and playing with Micah, throwing snow at the window. He just smiled, it was so cute. This snow play goes on for a while and then they set to work! They were building a snowman! Marcus did most of the work, mind you, but they all had a role in it. After a while I got word the hot chocolate was needed. I fixed it, they drank it. After a temporary break, the work crew headed back out the door, to finish that snowman. After more laughing, screaming, snowball throwing and freezing, a snowman was born.

There he sits in our front yard...a bowling snowman...complete with hat, coat, gloves, shoes, and of course a snow bowling ball.

Now, as I type this, the rest of the snow has melted from out yard, but not the bowling snowman! He has attracted rubber neckers and walkers alike. Ryane took pictures with the camera that she got for Christmas! After all that hard work, everyone was freezing. They all slowly dredged in the front door, leaving a pile of wet stuff. It was worth it though to see them play. I like that kind of laundry. Everyone settles down and dries off, and sits down to another cup of hot chocolate. After drinking his cup, Marcus decided he wanted to go bowl for an hour. I didn't complain, even though the devil was on my shoulder pushing me to.

So, off Marcus goes to bowl. After about 15 minutes, I had Micah in the middle of the floor with his toys and I was sitting on the couch talking to the girls, when I look up and Micah is on his hands and feet with his butt up in the air, Gracie laughed and said "that's how he was the other day" I sat watching him for just another moment and he put one knee down, and pushed forward. Then again, and again until he had crawled his way over to the tv stand. Right there with me watching. Micah crawled! Of course his daddy was the first one I called, then his grandma, then his grandmama, then his papaw. It wasn't too long and Marcus came home and he crawled over to him too. Yeah, my baby is crawling. What a milestone! I am so happy that I was here to see it happen.

After a little play time, everyone got baths and we sat down to play bingo, I won of course. Then we ate dinner (a hodge podge of food, if you will...I am still sick, don't feel like cooking) So, here I am at 8:45 pm blogging, looking over my shoulder at the dishes that I know I am not going to do tonight, and I actually can taste a little bit more tonight.

Even sick, this has been such a wonderfully terrific day! Thank you God for this day! Thank you God for this family!