In honor of 4 little Ferguson’s blog turning 1 on Thursday, I am counting down the top 20 posts based on blog stats. Go back to yesterday’s first post to get caught up……
14) Ladies Man
What can I say?
Paxton is a ladies man!
They just um, “flock” to him.
13) 4 Eyes Are Better Than 2
Guess who had to get glasses?
Nope, not Avery. But she sure looks cute!
Nope, not Ty either, but he sure was sad that he couldn’t take his favorite blue pair home. (not pictured)
It was Destiny!
12) “Child Safe” Scissors?! Riiiight….
Avery loves to have “cutting time”. Cutting is a great thing to learn around age 2. I promote it! I am glad she enjoys it! It’s great for their developing motor skills!
Avery is grounded from scissors until further notice.
Avery decide to use said scissors to saw off a chunk of her hair.
And I do mean saw off.
They are Child Proof Scissors. They aren’t supposed to cut anything but paper. They are dull as all get out.
Guilty face. Nervous giggle.
“Uh, momma? I cut my hair.”
It sounded more like “uhmommaicutmyheyo” in I’m-in-Big-Trouble-so-I-am-Going-To-Mumble Avery speak.
See the smirk? Oh my word she is naughty. Waaaaay different than the other kids. They’d already be bawling at this point from sheer guilt!
11) The Story Of Paxton
I am madly in love with this little man:
And there is not a day that goes by that I don’t scoop him up in my arms, bring him up to my cheek and just breath a prayer of thanksgiving for his life here on earth with us. He is a gift straight from my Heavenly Father.
10) What The 4th Baby Taught Me…
Every child teaches you something new. My first baby taught me patience and delight, confusion and coordination. My second taught me perseverance. My third taught me that every baby is unique, that not everything comes painted in black and white, that lovely shades of gray exist in between. My fourth taught me that life is fragile, God is huge and can do great things if you trust in Him!
With two children, it is easy to label them “easy” vs. “difficult” and “creative” vs. “academic.” The third and fourth babies peel away the labels, because opposites only have two sides, and suddenly there are four to cover, all with very unique qualities and traits.
The 3rd baby, my strong-willed one, taught me that even if I could strive to raise my children “perfectly,” they would still fall short and make mistakes. The 3rd baby taught me I could do everything “right,” even by my own standards, and still not have a perfect child. My third baby taught me how to re-parent all over again, with her ornery ways and temper tantrums.
The 4th baby taught me to treasure baby things and baby ways. With children two and three, babyhood fled rapidly, scooted along for convenience’s sake. 17 month apart babies, and big sis in school, tend to create a survival of the fittest mentality.
I want the babyhood of my 4th to last forever. I want to cherish his sweet breath on my neck when I snuggle him, every sigh of contentment as I feed him, every face he makes when he is nursing, that no one else will ever see, every grin and giggle, the joy I feel in my heart, when he turns at the sound of my voice, and the feeling I get, when only I can stop his incessant crying because I am mommy, and for now, I am his EVERYTHING.
But I know babyhood cannot last forever…..
Come back tomorrow for our count down from 9 to 4!
I am having so much fun re-reading and re-living these old posts! 🙂
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