Morse Baby

I was talking to Missy yesterday about the realization of her offspring. In about a month, Phil and Missy will join the new life club. For those of us who have experienced it, the new life club can mean one of two things. First it can be talking about the beautiful new life that parents bring into the world. It can also mean the new life parents experience once that new life is at home with them. Anyways, I have been thinking a lot about this new baby. What will it look like, how big will it be, and most importantly, is it a boy or a girl. I get a little sad when I think about the changes a baby brings. Not every change is sad, but my relationships with my friends certainly have changed. It seems like I used to see Missy much more than I do now, but between her work schedule and the fact that I am bound to my house by 7:30 at night, we see much less of eachother. I sometimes let this affect the way I see our relationship and even question how "close" we are (I know, this is so junior high of me, but what can I say). Then I fear that we will see even less of eachother once the baby arrives. But these feelings have subsided (for now) after I talked with her on Sunday night. I can't even pinpoint what she said to me, maybe it was the whole conversation, but I got off the phone that night feeling very close to her. She is such a wonderful friend. She makes me laugh and I know I can talk to her about anything. I never want that to end. I already love the little life inside of her and cant wait to meet him or her. Speaking of him or her, I'd like to guess what gender this baby is. I think girl. Anyone who wants to guess can leave a comment on this post.

**disclaimer: I talk about my life changing after Ryan was born, sometimes in a seemingly negative way. Let me say that I love my baby and wouldn't have my life any other way. There have just been some adjustments and I am still getting used to them.

Family Photos

While at my mom's house today, I stole some old pics she had. Some of these are collages that she made and others are just fun pictures. Enjoy!

Just for fun, her is my dad and my baby. I love seeing them together and also to see that my dad really is a softie...

Anywho, tonight is confession time. I have noticed a pattern in myself. I like change. Rob and I moved three times in the first three years we were married. Not because we relocated. All three homes were within two miles of eachother. I also get tired of the same old face wash. I find one face wash that I like, go through about two tubes of it and then look for another. Not because the original face wash ceased to work for me, but simply because I want to try something new. The same goes for shampoo, conditioner, cereal, toothpaste and several other products. It is true, having a new beauty product or cereal would actually help me get up in the morning. As I lay in bed, not wanting to get up, I remember that I have a new whatever it is and then I get excited and hop out of bed. I never really thought this to be weird until tonight. I just bought new cleaning products for the bathroom. I couldn't wait to clean the house tonight. I couldn't wait to smell them and to see how they worked. The last hour spent cleaning has been the best hour of my day. It was all working up to the anticipation of using those new bathroom cleaning products! Should I be institutionalized???

I miss my grandparents tonight. Rob, Ryan and I went to Grand Haven this evening with Grandpa Tom, Grandma Debbie, Cousin Jonathan and Cousin Joshua. We walked through the art fair, walked through the carnival (or the playground, as Jousha put it), ate carnie food (which is very delicious) and then played some carnie games. I won some candy, by the way.

As I watched Grandpa Tom push Ryan in his stroller, it made me long for my own Grandpa and then I wanted to spend time with my Grandma, also. I am so glad that Ryan has two grandpas and two grandmas that love him very much and that he will be able to spend a lot of quality time with them.

I remember riding my bike over to my grandma's house in the summer. She would always offer me a glass of Classic Coke and we would watch Tennis. She loved Andre Aggassi (but not so much after he cut his hair).


I would see my grandpa every Sunday after church. All my cousins, aunts and uncles would go there for "coffee".

I will miss those times terribly.

Thank you Grandma Debbie, Grandpa Tom, Grandpa Jack and Grandma Sandy for being such excellent grandparents. I know that Ryan will grow to treasure the time that he spends with you and Rob and I will do our best to let him know how blessed he is to have you. We all love you very much!

I love how innocent children are. They don't know the difference between a black person or a white person or even a boy or a girl. I was dropping Ryan off at daycare this morning and was talking with Teri and one of the boys came into the kitchen where we were talking (his name is Dylan and he is four years old). He said that he wanted to go outside...just the three boys. Teri asked what three boys he was talking about and he counted on his fingers "Dylan, Trey and Katie". Katie wasn't excluded because she was different than them, she was thought of as one of them. How I wish we could all be that way. Just to see everyone as people and love them no matter what.

Ryan can count to three...actually, he needs a little help. I have to say "one", but then he will say "two, three". I think he is very bright!