Little Ben

I'm here at Chelle's all week and we took some pictures. I wanted to show how proud I am of my newest grandson, Benjamin.

Because it was supposed to be so hot today, Michelle and I hung out at her in-laws in Edmonds. Ben slept most of the afternoon and Michelle tried to take a little nap as well.

She is very sleep deprived and so is Dave, but isn't every new Mom and Dad at first?

All in all they are all doing so well.

I'm here to drive her to doctor's appointments since she is on pain killers for the first little while.

It' just fun to play with little Ben. He was only six pounds at birth, 19 3/4 in. tall. The baby doctor says he will be a much bigger boy based on the size of his feet and fingers.

More pictures to come later. Tired; got to go to bed. Morning comes early here in the new baby house!

If I Had My Life to Live Over

by Erma Bombeck

I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the "good" living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have never insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about the grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would have never said, "Later, now get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love you's......more I"m sorry's.........but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute.....at it and really see it....live it....and never give it back.

Stop sweating the small stuff. Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who Do love us. Let's think about what God Has blessed us with.

And what are we doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well as spritually. Life is too short to let it pass you by. We only have one shot at this and then it's gone.

She later died of terminal cancer.
Wise words for us all to take to heart!