The 6 week growth spurt is kicking my butt.  I’d love to know what our little porker weighs.  All he does is eat…and eat…and eat some more.  When he cries like this I’ve been known to call him a "fuss butt".  Taryn picked up on this term and the other day when I put her in the corner she informed me I was being a "fuss butt".  Nice.


Can you believe it’s been 6 weeks already?!  My mind keeps wandering back to when Taryn was this age.  At 5 weeks old we were evacuating for Hurricane Katrina.  Running for our lives, living on the road, in hotel rooms, with family.  I look at Teagan and have no idea how we did it with a newborn.  But we did.  Jase and I talk about it all the time, we were just going through the motions, doing what we had to do to survive.  It still amazes me.  And it still makes me sad.  We were so distracted, so stressed about loosing so much, our home, everything we’d worked hard for, that we couldn’t focus on and enjoy our new baby.  It’s all a blur now.  And each day that we get to enjoy Teagan at this age, I think to myself "this is it, this is what we missed".  So even if I’m really tired today from the 6 week growth spurt and the fact that Taryn has been sick the last few days, I haven’t slept, I realize that when you compare it all, this is easy.  I can do this.  Gladly.