Big Talker

When Joshua was a baby, I joined the online web community of babycenter.com. Every month or so, they send me an email with some age specific tidbit of information. Yesterday, I received this article...

At 5, your child knows thousands of words and can say most of them clearly. She can describe people and events in detail and uses more complex sentences. In fact, 5-year-olds are often nonstop chatterboxes who like to tell stories, ask questions, or simply share with you every thought that pops into their heads. They're practicing all the language skills they've been picking up over the past few years, and their questions and comments reveal that they're also developing new ways of thinking.

Oh boy! Did they ever get this right! Joshua talks non-stop about anything and everything. Sometimes it is so very tiring. But most of the time it is very entertaining. I think I'm going to enjoy being the mother of a 5 year old, if I survive...

Monday, January 19...2004

It was MLK day and I didn't have to work, Scott did. I went to Lowe's and bought a few things, went to Sweet Tomatoes for lunch. I had eaten my salad and was so looking forward to eating my chili but my stomach started hurting. I didn't think too much about it because I had been plagued with heartburn my entire pregnancy. But, I did sit and imagine what everyone in the restaurant would do if my water broke while I was there.

Once I got back home, my mother-in-law came over to help me get Joshua's room together. It was around 3:00 and we were putting sheets on the crib when my water did break. I called my doctor and they told me to come in and get checked out. I called Scott and told him I was going, he needed to get off work and meet me at the hospital. I arrived at the doctor's office right around 5:00 and was in L&D around 6:00. Soon after, Scott arrived...he was nervous and took his time getting there, going home to change clothes, going to Burger King to eat.

I'm not sure when I got my epidural but that is the part that I feared the most...I just don't like needles. Luckily, it wasn't as bad as I had imagined and I felt pretty darn good after it...except it made my legs jerk a lot...Contractions started getting a little stronger, nothing unbearable. It was a few minutes before 10:00 when the hard work started, Scott forgot how to count and was getting his numbers all mixed up but at least he didn't faint or anything and I didn't scream or cuss like some people do on tv...I was actually pretty proud of us...

It was 10:21 when Joshua entered our world and our hearts.

Today, we had a small party with a few of his school friends and tonight, we went to Red Robin for dinner. It was a super good day.

Happy Birthday Joshua!