Blowing Bubbles

Bubbles, she blows these bubbles with a sound coming from the back of her throat like bbburrrrr, as if it was cold outside. Adorable. Too cute to be true?  Nope! Not with our lovely Ramona.
In love. More and more everyday. It’s hard though with having a job that is looking after another baby, she sometimes looked perplexed at Mommy at holding another baby. She screams. Okay, well not scream, I am over exaggerating, but she either gives me one of those looks or whimpers a tad.
Roman and Ramona are quite the pair! It’s mostly Rae that is the one that starts the conversation or hand holding and Roman eventually gets involved. Perhaps she scares him, being 4 weeks older and a little bigger and being a girl, and a girl borne of me. Hm. Perhaps.
But it’s fun nevertheless and hard, but will get easier.

“Great training for twins,” they say…I say “YOUR FUNNY!” Hoping they get it, that is NOT funny, because well they run in the family.

Let me tell you have relieved we were that Rae was UNO. At first it seemed like kind of a thrill that I could be harbouring 2 lives, but once it was concluded I was happy to have one, especially the first time around.

However, there is always a chance for more and we do plan on having more, Matt and I, just gonna wait for a bit, till he is finished Grad School.

So some exciting news if you don’t already know, My older sister is pregnant (I will blog the sonogram) and my younger sister is getting married. Probably not till next year, but we are in the planning, so that is a lot of fun! But I’m here and they are there, so we will have to use this internet device and all the wonderful technology to plan and prepare for these upcoming events! I am so thrilled to life in an age where all this is possible!

Being a Mom; Mommy…

Super, I can’t wait till she can say it, but then again, I can, because that will mean she is growing out of baby into toddler.  Baby; we have such an attachment to baby I think that’s even why my husband will call me baby, we have such connection with the beginning of life. It’s a representation of miraculous works and of hope. Maybe that’s why we always go back to calling ‘them,’ baby; its hope…faith.

She will certainly always be my baby.