Time

I wrote a poem or a piece on holding my baby. I wrote this because I sometimes feel I am not getting anything done. I sometimes feel my neighbors are doing so much and probably wonder why I am not doing anything.

But I am doing something, holding my baby. This is my job, to help her adjust to life in this world. To hold her and feed her. These days will pass quickly. When I look at Daniel and think that in a month he will be two years old I feel amazed. He is so independent even now, it is rather shocking at times.

Today we took our kids to be vaccinated. I am still not totally convinced vaccinating is the best route. But I also am not totally against it. Which is worse, the risk of the illness, or the risk of the possible negative side effect? What do you think?

Daniel has a ton of mosquito bites, poor kid. He also fell off a box that he was playing with. He was a screaming mess for quite sometime today. It made me wonder if it was from the vaccine. I babied him a bit and took him out of his crib. Perhaps I shouldn't have . . But he was so hysterical that he was gnashing his teeth together. YIKES! He calmed down as soon as we left his room. THEN I understood he was ok, and this was just a tantrum. Oh well, live and learn. I put him in his toddler bed, and stayed with him a while. He seems out of sorts and as if he head is sore. Maybe he hit his head when he fell, maybe it is all the mosquito bites. I don't know. But I am praising God that both my kiddies are sleeping.