Turning 2

This past month my baby turned 2. I couldn't believe it! Time really has gone so fast. I actually found myself mourning this advancement. I would miss his little bum and his little feet, and just the general sense of having a little one around the house. Now Dave reminded me several times that if I wanted to, we could just have another baby. That is not a very practical idea given our current life circumstances, but I won't completely dismiss the idea for the future. I had truly hoped that we would be well into our adoption process by now, but we have had to completely hold that plan off while Dave starts his own business. So in the literal sense for the time being, my baby is growing up and there is nothing that I can do about it. Pretty soon, I will blink and he will be 4. That is what happened with Jameson. For now I have to take each day at a time and hope that it doesn't change too fast. Gregson came into this world in a hurry. I was 8 cm dilated upon arrival at the hospital. I recently was back in Washington and interviewing for a job. We walked over to the hospital and down the same stairs I clearly remember trying to manouver on that blessed day. I don't think the nurse wanted to alarm me, so she told me I was 6 cm. But then she left the room and yelled "when are we going to have a room available, I've got a lady who is 8 cm in here." Things moved quickly from there. I achieved my medication free delivery, but not without serious hopes at times that they would just give me something. The adrenaline rush after delivery was incredible. Then came the struggles with nursing. For being a childbirth educator, you would think that I would have this all down, but somehow it was like starting all over. Gregson has been a joy ever since. Despite really not liking driving in the car which made for some unpleasant trips, he was been such a sweet boy. He started walking at 10 months, nothing has slowed him down since. He talks so well and loved helping the "babies" in his day care class. We are so proud of him and can't imagine life without him. He loves dogs...no matter where we are, if we see a dog he will say "I hi doggy." He will walk right up and give them a kiss or pet. He loves food especially "canny." Thanks to his grandma, there is always plenty of that around. He loves light up shoes and for a couple months even wore an old pair of Jameson's that were far too big, but he didn't care. He loves the Falter girls and sometimes even makes me call Kylee on the phone just so he can say hi. He loves to sing...after several weeks of hearing him sing "mo mo mack" I finally realized he was singing move on back...all through the town. While he loves nursery, he has never done it on his own since Dave and I were the leaders in our last ward. We have been to our new ward 3 times and he has yet to last on his own. He loves to ride his bike and tries to do everything his brother does. Greggies, we love you and are so glad you came to our home! Happy Birthday. I'm so glad that you won't remember that I didn't even have money to buy you a present. Funny, but I think I always will. Life has taken us on an interesting ride the last 2 years!