tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70902090016610705452012-02-16T11:43:17.107-08:00Daily life with Rece.Stephie80http://www.blogger.com/profile/09409795573320793813noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7090209001661070545.post-49393190696844320422009-04-14T13:42:00.000-07:002009-04-14T14:08:33.373-07:00

Rece learned to tell us what he wants in a way that is much more subdued than screaming, as seen in previous entry.The strange noise in the background is my 270 pounds worth of dogs having themselves a drink.

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Jason and I have now lived with Rece for one year. And I guess I should say, Rece has lived (tolerated) Jason and I for one year.To celebrate this momentous occasion, this entry will be written to Rece.Rece, I love you. Three simple words that say so much. I feel obliged to start this letter with those words because they are so true. With every fiber of my being, they are true. Sometimes I look

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Rece is learning how to let Jason and I know what he wants. This video is one example.

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For all you who doubt...Here you are: the proof. Yes, my house is a mess. I like to refer to it as "lived in." And you are correct, Rece is not wearing pants. Would you, if you had a choice?

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Yesterday was a big day. Everything was the norm: leave work, break the speed limit to get to Rece, walk in the daycare, watch Rece do his jazz hands when he sees me, pick him up...and this is where things change. I look at Rece and say "Hey Bud." Rece looks at me and says "Hi!" What what WHAT? "Did you just say hi? Did he just say hi to me?", directed towards the daycare peeps. "Hi!" He

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Rece now has 4 teeth and I think a couple more about to pop through. His first tooth (on the bottom) came through on his 6 month birthday, October 16th. This is a milestone that deserves to be mentioned in my blog about Rece. So there it is...to remember for all time.Milestones! When you become a mom you get so obsessed about these milestones. When did he roll over? When did he sit up? First

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I wonder what they are saying.Rece:"What are you looking at?"Asia: "What are you looking at?"orRece:"You're big!"Asia: "You stink!"orRece: "What are you?"Asia: "What are you?"orRece: "Hey Asia, let's look really cute for this picture Nana wants to take."Asia: "Sure thing, buddy!"Whatever they are saying to each other, it was definitely a priceless moment.

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Gravitational Pull: The attraction that one object has for another object due to the invisible force of gravity. The mass of an object affects its gravitational pull. The gravitational pull of the Sun keeps the planets in orbit around it.This is Rece's head.Things are attracted to his head. Balls, toys, table legs, the wall...the floor. Pretty much, if the object can move, it will eventually be

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Rece is sick and teething (his top two teeth are coming through.) "sigh, yaawwwwnnn, ugh, and sniff." I sigh because it seems like it is one thing after another (for at least the next 18 years plus), I yawn because I am exhausted. Ugh...well...because it's gross. Where does all that snot come from? And I sniff because it makes me cry to see my happy little baby so miserable.But thats just it,

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This is my first blog. I don't care who reads it or if anyone even does read it. It's for me, for Jason, and most of all for my son Rece. I love him. (Have you ever said that and really truly knew that you meant it with every single fiber in your being? It's a wonderful feeling. It gives me a glimpse, just a glimpse, of Gods love for us.)This blog is a replacement for Rece's baby book. Here's the

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