I started a cross-stitch a little while ago and I think I'm going to be working on it for years; besides it being large in size, I keep having to take it out and do it over. Sometimes I'll finish a tiny section and realize I missed a stitch near the beginning so I have to take it all out and do it again only to realize that I was using the wrong color the whole time. It's frustrating. Hours an hours put in and only about two inches of space covered. Once I eventually finish this, I don't know if I'll ever do another cross-stitch again.

On Tuesday, I gave Jonathan a bath. He has now discovered he can roll over in the tub too. It didn't take too long for him to figure out how to hold his head up when he rolled onto his stomach. At first, he just looked at the water and splashed a little using one hand at a time while the other held him up. After a while of that though, he turned over again. And again. And again. He was doing non-stop 360s going round and round on the slick surface of the tub. It was like a merry-go-round at a circus. How are you supposed to bath a rolling baby like that? It's hard.

It was wonderul to go back home and see all the family and some friends!  We've missed everyone so much. But after about a month of running around and sleeping in other people's beds, it was also really nice to come back to where David, Jonathan and I can just be together with the three of us without all the running around and sleep in our own beds. 

I am so thankful for our voip phone! It makes me feel like we're closer to family and friends then we really are.

This evening something spectacular happened.  Before I continue, here is some background information:  More and more I find myself singing.  However, I don't know many songs and much of what I do know of other songs includes some melody and no more than a phrase or two.  So, I just sing to sing.  I make some noise without any words. 

Little Jonathan just keeps on growing.  At nearly three months of age, he is almost 16 pounds. He's grown out of his first round of clothes and is getting big in both length and weight. I think he's definitely got a Carlson look about him.

I love being a mom.

Before we came to Cyprus, David did the favorable majority of the cooking; he's a good cook.  But once we moved here, all that changed.  Suddenly, I didn't have much to do.  David was gone about twelve hours a day and would come home hungry hoping I had something for him to eat.  Preferably an entire meal that was also edible.  

I keep getting asked how I feel about being a mom.  So far, I've given responses such as "I'm tired" and "I love my baby" and "He's so cute" and "I have someone else to play with. Yay!"  I've also been asked if it's what I thought it would be like.  The problem is, I never really thought about it.

After some thought, this is what I've come up with: I've always looked forward to being a mom, having a family and kids to love and share with and now is just the time to do it.

I can hardly believe there's only one more day to go before the arduous labor of giving birth begins. Just one more day before I can see our little one.  Just one more day before life as David and I have known it together changes forever...