Saturday, July 31, 2010

She'll be coming 'round the mountain ...

Grandma's on her way to see us!

"She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes ..."
And these mountains up here are particularly beautiful to come 'round.

"She'll be driving six white horses ..."
Well, probably not. But she is in a big white airplane.

"Oh, we'll all go out to meet her ..."
Little Man is about to get stapped into his carseat so we can head to the airport to pick her up.

"She'll be wearing red pajamas ..."
I doubt it, but it sure would be a sight!

"She will have to sleep with Grandma ..."
Since she is Grandma, I guess that will work out just fine.

We're all excited to have some time to visit. Plus, Little Man & Momma will be headed back to Dallas with Grandma on Monday for a much needed visit (Daddy will follow when he can, depending on how much leave he can take and when).

We're also hoping to make a visit to see Hubby's family in the not-to-distant future as well [don't worry, Nana & Opa, we haven't forgotten you!], so Little Man will be full to the brim of GrandparentLove. He can't wait.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Nap Time Stories

My grandmother called me today [Hi, Grandma!], and told me about a dream she had where I was writing children's books and creating greeting cards. And according to her, I'm quite good at it. She encouraged me to make something of my writing, and I've been heavily considering it ever since.

When I talked to my mother later this afternoon [Hi, Mom!], she agreed and thought that I should make writing children's stories a hobby - a least until I'm famous, that is. She suggested I call them "Nap Time Stories", since I'd have to do my writing during Little Man's nap time. Suddenly, I'm rather keen on the idea. I haven't a clue where that idea will take me (if it's even anywhere at all), but I'll see what I can come up with. I think the first one will be about a certain purple dragon ...

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Tummy Time

Little Man hates tummy time. He doesn't even try to push himself up; he just lays there, smashing his face into the floor and screaming. So I don't have him practice very often - it's traumatizing for both of us! But they tell me it's something he's supposed to be doing, so I've forced myself to lay him down front-first and grit my teeth for as long as I can in the hopes that he would eventually adjust and calm down. No such luck.

I've been trying everything I can think of in recent days in attempt to make the experience less painful for everyone involved, but to no avail. I was about to give up all hope - until today.

Today we tried propping up on the Boppy pillow so he'd be able to look around more. Ta-da!

All of a sudden, he's a happy little man! Why didn't we try this sooner? Oh, the things motherhood does to my brain ...

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday

Some of my fellow bloggers make a habit of Wordless Wednesdays. Since I don't have much to say today, I thought I'd give it a try. (I just felt I should explain it to you first, so I couldn't be entirely wordless.)

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

A Seat with a View

Little Man used to hate the car seat. Just being placed in it would set off the screaming; buckling him was a real terror. We were usually able to calm him down with the help of a paci and Snuggle Blanket, but the experience was anything but fun for all of us.

When he was a newborn, we used a padded head support to help keep him from flopping around in the seat. I was nervous to take it out, thinking he'd be uncomfortable without it. But since he's holding his head up well, I decided to give it a try. As it turns out, I had nothing to worry about. This is what we got when we put him in the seat alone:

Are we going for a ride, Momma?
This is going to be so much fun!
Who would have thought that this one small action would make for so much more happiness in our day? It's the simple things in life ...

Monday, July 26, 2010

Three Months Old

Three months ago today, our lives were changed forever. And for the better.

We arrived at the hospital at 5am to be admitted for induction. Husby wanted one last photo of me with the belly:

(Please ignore the grotesquely swollen feet)
They started me on Pitocin at about 6am. I was already regularly (but mildly) contracting on my own, and by 8am my contractions were pretty strong; we decided to go for an Epidura at 9am, after which the doctor broke my water. Labor progressed fairly quickly, and we were ready to start pushing at about 2pm. 

Little Man finally joined us at 5:15pm.

7 lbs. 5 oz.     19 inches
A family of three.

Now, three months into parenthood, we are head-over-heals for our little guy. How much better does it get?
Check him out:

Wait ... how old am I?
Oh, yeah! 3 months! Yay!
Hey ... are there presents for this birthday?
Please, Momma ... I'm being a good boy ...
Momma's heart just melts. Can you handle the adorableness?

Sunday, July 25, 2010


Today, I introduced my husband to the gloriousness that is Singin' in the Rain. That's right folks, this grown man had never seen one of the greatest movies ever made - and he thinks I've missed out on some great movies! Needless to say, we've both had a tune or two stuck in our heads all afternoon. I'd show you a glimpse at a couple of my favorite clips, but YouTube has disabled the embedding option for all the videos I want. So, look them up yourself:

In similar news, Daddy has been singing to Little Man while Momma cooks today. Here's a snippet of what I overheard (to the tune of Ol' MacDonald):

[Little Man]'s bouncing 
with his Dad,
Yes he, yes he is.
[Little Man]'s bouncing
'cause he's mad,
Yes he, yes he is.
With a bounce, bounce here,
And a bounce, bounce there,
Here a bounce,
there a bounce,
Everywhere a bounce, bounce,
[Little Man]'s bouncing
with his Dad,
Yes he, yes he is.

Little Man is certainly enjoying all the singing today.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Baby Bedding

I've officially ordered Little Man's crib bedding today. Yay!

I know, he's three months old, and most mommies had this done before their little ones were born. But my little guy has been sleeping in a bassinet since we brought him home from the hospital and hasn't needed a crib - much less bedding for one.

I picked out bedding for his nursery months before he was born, and had it on our TargetBaby registry. The set didn't have a matching mobile, so I ordered a custom one from a great Etsy store I found. My plan was to run to Target and pick up the bedding as soon as we had a crib for Little Man, but the other day I noticed that the bedding had been put on Clearance, and I didn't want to wait too long and miss out on the perfect set.

And then I realized that the same design came in both crib bedding and toddler bedding, which prompted the decision of which set to get.

The crib bedding set included the comforter, fitted sheet, and plush bumper, while the toddler bed set included the same comforter and fitted sheet, as well as a flat sheet and a pillow case. Currently, it is advised to discontinue the use of bumpers and blankets in a crib because of a suffocation hazard. Plus, once Little Man grows out of his crib and into a toddler bed, we'd need more/different bedding. Ultimately, I decided to purchase the toddler bedding now, and use only the fitted sheet for the crib (we'd only really be using the sheet either way for now), saving the rest of the pieces for when he's a toddler. All in all, I'm happy with the decision and purchase. Now I'm just anxious to get him into a crib and try it out!

Friday, July 23, 2010


I recently remembered my old Xanga blog that I started in college. I found it today, still functioning at my old stomping grounds - Jesus_TheAntiDrug. Feel free to take a read through it, but at your own risk. 18-year-old me and 23-year-old me aren't very well acquainted, and I can't promise that she's completely with-it. Or maybe she is - who knows? But if you're feeling adventurous, give her a shot. I recommend starting from the beginning.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Introducing: Snuggle Monkey

Isn't he just the cutest thing?
And the Monkey isn't too bad either ...

Little Man and Momma had a glorious outing yesterday. Most days we play at home (and do chores - yuck!) while Daddy is working, but after two months of staring at the same walls, we were both going a little stir-crazy. So, we decided to investigate our local mall. With stroller in hand, we set out on our adventure. Three hours and one Snuggle Monkey later, we feel much better. We even managed to enjoy nearly every shop in the mall without spending a dime of our own money (Snuggle Monkey was purchased with a gift card from Little Man's Great-Great-Auntie). Little Man was enthralled by all the new things to look at, and was very well-behaved. Good times were had by all.

Snuggle Monkey is intended as a Sleeping Friend. Both Momma and Daddy had a special friend who kept them company during the dark nights of childhood when it was important to have something to hold on to, and we wanted to same for our Little Man. I've been looking for the appropriate Friend for quite some time, but there were certain requirements that remained unfulfilled until yesterday.

The perfect Sleeping Friend must have:
  • Soft fur - you can't snuggle it if the fur is rough!
    • Both Momma's and Daddy's were so loved that the fur began to fall out
    • Snuggle Monkey is very soft, just like Snuggle Blanket (remember him?)
  • Small stature - you don't want your bed to be completely taken over!
    • Ours were less than two feet tall
    • Snuggle Monkey is about 14 inches
  • Something for little hands to hold on to - you need to be able to take it everywhere!
    • Daddy's had a silky tag to chew on and tote around by;
      Momma's had big floppy ears to hold on to
    • Snuggle Monkey has an adorable tail, just the right size for portability by little hands
At last, the perfect Sleeping Friend has joined our little family. Welcome, little guy!
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    **Update to yesterday's post:**

    It looks like Auntie Visitor won't be coming to see us after all. Flights between here and there are rather full of people who actually pay for their tickets, and since we have to let them go first, there isn't any room left on the plane for Auntie. Perhaps we'll try again next weekend ...

    Wednesday, July 21, 2010

    Phone Functionality

    Wouldn't you know we'd both have broken phones at the same time? And in this day in age, not having a phone on you (or at least accessible) at all times is a Code Red!

    Thanks to the nice AT&T Lady, both of our phones have now been fixed and/or replaced. Turns out that mine just needed a hard restart / restore; Hubby needed a whole new phone after his touch screen went out. And Little Man now feels safe again, knowing that Momma can text Grandma with crazy questions any time she wants. Whew! That's a load off this small-but-quickly-growing mind!
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    In other news, we may have an Auntie on the way to visit us for a few days (will we ever get some peace and quiet around here?). It seems our Uncle Visitor forgot his sneakers when he went home - not to mention the mail and other items he forgot to bring to us - so Auntie Visitor is being sent to remedy the situation. She's also trying to sneak in a few days with her favorite nephew while she can - and who could blame her? He is pretty adorable, if I do say so myself.

    Tuesday, July 20, 2010

    A Broken Blackberry

    My Blackberry is my sanity. It holds my phone book, my calendar, my email, my access to Facebook, and my Sudoku. It is my method of communication with the outside world - my ability to hold conversations with other adults while Hubby is away winning bread. I rely on it more than I should.

    And it's broken.

    Okay, not all-the-way broken; my texting ability is impaired. I can receive texts, but only sometime am I allowed to read them, and never am I allowed to send them. I use texting as a primary source of communicating. Little Man doesn't always cooperate when I pick up the phone to make a call - texting allows me to converse without the other party having to hear my son whining in the background. But now the old-fashioned phone call is my only option. This malfunction is seriously cramping my style!

    Please, Mr. AT&T Man, fix my Blackberry?

    Bathing a Baby

    This weekend, we had an Uncle here to visit, who brought with him a digital camera - something we haven't seen since we moved to Utah. Needless to say, I went a little crazy taking photos and videos of my Little Man. I'll spare you the repetitiveness, but here's a sample of our fun times. Enjoy.

    Sunday, July 18, 2010

    Camera Comparison

    Taken w/iPhone
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    Taken w/Digital Camera

    It's all in the details.

    Saturday, July 17, 2010

    Saturdays are Grand

    Saturday is a day of relaxation. A day to sleep in. A day where we don't have to get dressed until it's time to go somewhere, and sometimes that means being in our pajamas all day long. Today was one of those days. We sat at home, waiting for a phone call from potential visitors and enjoying each other's company. Little Man seems to be fond of it. 

    We've just finally gotten dressed for the day; 
    we're off to pick up an Uncle from the airport. 
    Saturdays are grand.

    Friday, July 16, 2010


    Thank goodness it's Friday! We haven't had a 'weekend' in much too long. Last Saturday and Sunday were the July Drill, so it's been the same 8-hour work day we're used to for a total of 12 days in a row, ending today. Whew. I'm ready to have my husband home for a couple of days. Maybe Little Man will play with Daddy for a while, and I can take a deep breath? Probably not ...

    I love my boys, and am looking forward to a couple of days of having them all to myself. Bring it on, weekend!

    Standing for Jesus

    Little Man loves to practice standing!
    Here he is with Daddy, having a blast:

    Like my mother before me, I've taken to singing "Stand up, Stand up for Jesus" to him while we practice. I can't remember if she sang the whole hymn, a single verse, or just that first line, but my mom's voice pops into my head every time my little guy wants to stretch his leg muscles, and I can't help but sing along:

    "Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
    Ye soldiers of the cross;
    Lift high His royal banner,
    It must not suffer loss.
    From victory unto victory
    His army shall He lead,
    Till every foe is vanquished,
    And Christ is Lord indeed."

    I tend to use the whole first verse as a timer, gauging how long he can stand in one session by how much I can get through before he takes a 'sit break'. So far, we've both been thoroughly enjoying it.

    While browsing around on YouTube, I came across this rendition of the hymn, and I love it! According to this website, they skipped a couple of verses, but Little Man doesn't care and neither do I. This hymn is quickly becoming one of our favorites (plus, their harmony warms my music-deprived heart).

    Wednesday, July 14, 2010

    Sleeping Habits

    Little Man slept through the night last night. And not just sort-of ... he slept for a full 8 hours! I fed him at 11:30pm, finally got him rocked to sleep and into his bed by 12:30am, and the little monster didn't need to eat again until 8:30 this morning! Now, that's not to say that he (and I) didn't stir in the night, but once that paci was back in his mouth, all was well and we slept peacefully (well, as peacefully as possible when your body is used to nursing within 5-6 hours of going to bed and is now being asked to wait quite a while longer).

    In my opinion, his midnight slumber was in redemption and apology for the day he gave me yesterday. Having returned to the land of regular women, I was feeling pretty awful by the afternoon, and Little Man decided that he would be an absolute stinker the whole time Daddy was at work. Silly child thinks I can hold him every moment ... doesn't he realize I'd like to shower every once in a while, and at least have a moment to stretch my arms? Ah, well ... we sure got plenty of snuggle time in.

    Neither of us has been feeling well in the last few days, and the extra uninterrupted (or only-slightly-interrupted) sleep time was much needed by all. Today, we're both feeling much better. In fact, we're off to bake Daddy a batch of cookies ... won't he be surprised when he gets home tonight!

    Tuesday, July 13, 2010

    London Memories

    It's tradition in my family that Dad take each of us on a special trip for our 13th birthday. We get to choose the destination - anywhere his airline flies - and spend some quality time together experiencing something new. One special trip for each of us; five special trips for Dad.

    When I was 13, Dad worked for TWA, and I chose to go to London. We spent 3 days soaking in everything we could, and I cherish the memories we made there together. We saw the Tower of London, Saint Paul's Cathedral, and the Changing of the Guard that didn't change because of the rain. We rode a double-decker bus and missed our stop. We took photos of crazy clerks, and ate at KFC thousands of miles from Kentucky. We had a blast!
    (Photo of Dad in front of 
    TWA office in London, 2000)

    The next three siblings chose to stay state-side for their trips, and Dad got to visit Hawaii twice (once with a daughter and once with a son), and Graceland (with a daughter who is an avid Elvis fan).

    But my littlest sister and I have always had a lot in common, and she also chose to visit London. This time, Dad works for American, and the flight is a little different - she and Dad are on a plane to London Heathrow; he and I flew into London Gatwick. They'll be able to take the Tube directly from the airport into the city, where as we took a train in from the country and changed over. They're hoping to see Westminster Abbey and the actual Changing of the Guard, both of which we missed out on. And she waited three years to go, making her 16 and with a different perspective than I had at 13. Adventures await them, and I'm anxious to hear all about it when they get back.

    Monday, July 12, 2010

    New Look,
    New Outlook

    Little Man has been sleeping in my arms most of the day; we suspect a growth spurt is to blame. As a result, I've had only one arm/hand free, and haven't had the energy to write much. But I did manage to change the blog layout to something less depressing.

    I'm feeling refreshed today. Hubby and I have been dealing with some rather heavy stressors, but over the weekend we were able to come to a place where they aren't weighing on us quite as much. We're constantly searching for His Path, but since we're only shown the small bit at our feet, it's tough to see where we're headed sometimes. Lord, guide us.

    Sunday, July 11, 2010


    This is how I found my son napping.
    He has his paci still in his mouth,
    and is breathing just fine,
    he just has a unique style
    of snuggling his blanket.
    What a funny child.

    (Click for larger photo)

    He's been doing a lot of entertaining things lately. Just this morning, we were chattering together when Daddy called. He asked me to come pick him up so we could go to lunch together. I responded "okay", and Little Man immediately chimed in "Okay!". He's getting pretty good at repeating sounds; we've nearly mastered "hi", and are also working on "hello" and "dada" (though he refused to even try "mama"). He may not know yet what he's saying, but he's sure trying. He's also learning to sit up, and loves to stand when helped - my little boy isn't going to be little much longer!

    Saturday, July 10, 2010

    An Adventure

    For most of yesterday and today, everything we have with us has been packed into our car. Living in temporary housing is just that - temporary. Since we have been here for 30 days already, our time was technically up. To 'restart the clock', we had to pack everything up, check out, stay off base for a night, and then check back in this afternoon. The exciting part was packing our rather small car to the absolute max. Little Man had to be buckled into his car seat, and then have our belongings packed in around him. In order to get him out, half of the back seat had to be unpacked; we tried to time things with his naps, so he wouldn't be hungry right as we got everything finished. Husby was around to help pack the car since he's working swing shift right now and doesn't have to go in to work until the afternoon - I don't know what I would have done without him!

    Yesterday, we checked out at 11am and were able to check into our room in town at 12pm, which meant only having to have the baby in the car for a little over an hour. He slept like an angel - thank you, Lord! Today, however, was a bit of a different story ...

    Husby had to be at work at 0700 this morning, but check out wasn't until noon - I didn't want to check out early, because it meant having Little Man stuck in the car for that much longer. So we took Daddy to work, and then I was in charge of packing up the baby and all the things that had been unpacked into our second-floor hotel room on my own. Let me tell you, it was a challenge. We checked out slightly after noon (oops!) and headed to the base. I checked with temp housing, but they weren't going to have a room available until at lease 2pm, so we were stuck in the car. Fun. Around 1pm, guess who needed to be fed? That's right, the baby who was packed into my back seat. We didn't have anywhere to go, so he and I sat in the parking lot outside Daddy's office to nurse. That was a delicate procedure - I won't even attempt to explain how we did it. I somehow managed to get him back into his seat, and at 2:30pm we were finally able to check into our new temp home. Little Man and I spent about 3 hours in the car continuously - we were so ready to get out!

    Little Man has been taking a nap (what an blessing!), so I was able to put him in our room and spend the last half an hour or so unpacking the back seat and most of the trunk - what's left are the heavy suitcases I need Husby to bring in. We're officially settled in our mini-apartment for the time being. And I'm exhausted.

    Friday, July 9, 2010

    Growing like a Weed

    On April 26th, I gave birth to a beautiful 7lb 5oz baby boy. Who would have imagined that a two-and-a-half months later, he would weigh in at over 11lbs? Okay, so we all would have guessed, but it still surprises me! The rate at which Little Man is growing increases to surprise me - nearly every morning when I pick him up he feels bigger.

    Not only is Little Man getting bigger physically, but he's learning to do new things every day. From batting and grasping at toys to cooing and smiling at Momma and Daddy, this child keeps us constantly entertained. Not to mention, he's pretty cute - here's an example of his beautiful smile, captured this afternoon.

    I am more in love with this little boy every day ... I can only imagine how amazing my life is becoming.

    Thursday, July 8, 2010

    Fantastic Friends

    Living in a hotel, we have had a limited supply of baby toys, so we've made do with what we brought with us. For the most part, we've had a play mat with three little toys hanging from a play gym.

    When we first tried it out, Little Man would just lay on the play mat and stare at his 'friends', the toys suspended above him. Occasionally, he would try to talk to them, but there wasn't much interaction. I didn't think he was very interested in playing with them, so for the last few days we've been using the other toys that Grandma and Grandpa Browne brought with them on their visit.

    This morning, I needed to put him down, and the only toy accessible was the play mat, so we gave it another try. What a change! He's now batting at his 'friends' intentionally, enjoying the tinkling sound made when they jiggle. He seems to talk to them as though he's actually saying something, and he gets confused when they don't talk back (since Momma and Daddy always do). Watching him learn is the most exciting part of my day.

    It looks like I might not be getting my chores done today - I'm mesmerized by this tiny person enjoying his playtime.

    Wednesday, July 7, 2010

    Life with Little Man

    Motherhood is nothing if not exhausting.

    Between diaper changes, baby playtime, rocking to sleep, and nursing 'round the clock (not to mention the usual housewifely duties), I'm wiped out at the end of the day. Making sure that both my men are happy and healthy is certainly a full-time job. And lately, Little Man has only been willing to play with Daddy (or on his own) for so long before he wants Momma again - after a full day of only Momma! Not being able to put him down can be more than a little frustrating at times.

    But then he smiles, and my heart melts into a puddle of MommyLove on the floor. His need for Momma is cured by snuggles, which melt my frustrations away nearly immediately. Once he's consoled, he's content to babble adorably, testing out new sounds he's picked up from our incessant chattering. And I'm content to babble with him, witnessing his exploration of this new world.

    Motherhood is nothing if not rewarding.

    Tuesday, July 6, 2010

    Military Life and Mommyhood

    Being on a new base, it takes a little time to get used to things, much less get comfortable. And just when I was starting to get comfortable, things are being shaken up a bit.

    We haven't officially moved to Utah yet; our possessions are in storage in Iowa and Texas, waiting for a moving truck to bring them to us, and we're living out of suitcases in temporary housing on base until we get into either a place in town or base housing. Temp housing is only supposed to be for 30 days, and since our time is up on Friday (and all the rooms are booked), we're having to find a hotel in town to stay at for 2-8 nights until there is a place for us in temp housing again. Ah, the joys of packing up everything you have and trying to fit it all in a small car, along with caring for a ten-week-old who has been increasingly fussy lately. My stress level is about to max out, and I have a couple more days of this. Yay.

    I just keep telling myself that it won't be long until we're settled. We're just waiting for a couple of things to fall into place, and we'll be able to unpack and get comfortable somewhere (base housing, please!). However, predicting how long it will be until then is becoming increasingly difficult and foreboding. So, I bide my time, praying for the strength to make it - and for Little Man's cooperation.

    Monday, July 5, 2010

    Baby Babble

    As I sit here, my husband and son are deeply engrossed in conversation. While one side is admittedly heavier, Little Man is doing his best to keep up. Daddy babbles on about what we've done today, what we'll do tomorrow, the tiger on the front of Little Man's onesie, and whatever else comes to mind. Little Man responds by mimicking what sounds he can pick out, sometimes appearing to answer questions or make inquiries of his own. I feel a little as though I'm glimpsing a piece of the future, when my two favorite men will hold conversations of a more mature nature. Their practicing is endearing.

    Sunday, July 4, 2010

    Celebrating Independence

    Tonight, we look our little man to his first fireworks show. Being only two months old, he didn't really appreciate this celebration of our nation's independence, but Momma and Daddy sure did. I'll never cease to be proud of those who put their lives on the line to win and protect our freedom. So, while Little Man may not have been keen on the display (in fact, he slept through most of it), I took a moment to quietly thank those who defend us. After all, that's what this holiday is about - not just a three-day-weekend, but appreciating what is afforded us as Americans.

    Saturday, July 3, 2010

    Sweater Vests

    Personally, I think sweater vests are attractive on men. My husband, however, disagrees with a passion. So, when we found out our first child was going to be a boy, we agreed that I could dress our son in sweater vests as long as I left his daddy alone. Fast-forward to today: my son's first sweater vest! I'm falling all over myself with the cuteness (he even has shoes to match, thanks to his Nana), and secretly hoping that my husband will succumb to my mushiness and someday let me put them in *matching* sweater vests. The Mommy Monster is taking over my mind, and I don't even want to fight it.

    Friday, July 2, 2010

    A Beginning

    Well, here goes. I've committed to starting a blog. But with a two-month-old to keep me busy, who knows how often I'll be able to keep up with it.

    I'm not a blogger -- in fact, I'm not even really a fan of bloggers. Why does the whole world need to know that you had sushi for lunch or that you haven't talked to your boyfriend in 27 minutes? People put too much personal information out here on the World Wide Web, without stopping to think about the fact that it's just that - World Wide. Anyone and everyone now has access to the information out here. Are we really thinking about that when we post things? For most of us, I think not.

    This is not your ordinary blog. This is for my son, who keeps me so busy I don't think to stop and document the new things he's doing. This is for my family, who are over a thousand miles away. This is for me. And if you're interested in the monotony that is my life, read on. My hope is that some of the things immortalized herein will someday be important to someone; that someday my son will be able to look back at our life and appreciate this.