...lately, I've had the urge to write, but not much to write about. All the people who's writing I admire would tell me to keep writing, so I'll do just that.

...lately, Ama-Watts seems like she's so big, but yet still so very little. I love her so much that I feel like my heart could burst at any moment.

...lately, I've been thinking about what I do everyday....and trying to define what exactly that is. What is it that I do, exactly? Do I just stay home and clean house and keep Ama-Watts? How do you define what it means to be a "stay at home mom"? Yes, I've been thinking about that a lot.

...lately, I've been realizing more and more how no matter where I am in life, I still must depend on Jesus for, well, everything. I'll never be able to say, "Look, we've made it." More of Jesus. Less of us.

...lately, I've been wishing for fall weather. I'm ready for a cool breeze. I'm ready for long pants and hot drinks throughout the day (not just my morning coffee). I'm ready for football and cheese dips. I'm ready for College Gameday and October. I'm ready for a chill when I walk outside.

...lately, I've been thinking about our sweet church. I've been praying that the Lord will allow revival to take place. I've been thinking about ways to impact people and ways to help others see Jesus and share Jesus. I've been doing a lot of thinking about FBC. A lot.

...lately, I've been missing my momma. School's back in session now, and it's such a dramatic change from this summer, when I saw her so much. The little girl and I miss her a lot.

...lately, I've been organizing my thoughts about our house and things I want to do to make it more "home." I have so much in my head. Now if I only had enough funds to make all those ideas become reality...

...lately, I've been thinking back over my life, specifically about college. There are so many things I wish 25-year-old Whitney could tell 18-year-old Whitney. People always say to live life with no regrets, but I just don't believe that's possible. I have regrets. Big regrets. But, God is sovereign, and God is faithful. Onward, Christian soldier. May I look toward Jesus.

...lately, I've been thinking about my Mat and how much he means to me. Life is sweeter when he is around. Life is more fun when he's around. Life is just better when he's around. Thank God for such a precious gift in the form of partner. What grace to me.



...lately, I've just been thinking a lot. I have a lot of time to think during the day now that Mat's gone basically all day five days a week. Ama-Watts doesn't do much talking (except saying Dada and Nana, which is apparently what's she's going to call me-- I love it), so I have time to think. Lots and lots of time to think. Sometimes, it's a great thing, and sometimes, it's a not-so-great thing.

I don't really know how to close this post except to say that even now that I've written all of this down, I am still thinking. My mind is full. It's always full.

...But now there's a little girl in the other room crying for her "Nana," and I think that's my cue to close. Happy Friday, and I hope you're thinking, too.


you're nine months old, wattsie!

My sweet little Wattsie,

You are nine months old! We are now three-fourths of the way through your first year.

You have changed and grown so much just over the past few weeks. It blows my mind!



(This post is late, because you got sick on Sept. 1, so you haven't really felt like having your picture made lately.) I had to take you to the pediatrician last week because you were really congested and running a low-grade temp on and off over the weekend. You had your second ear infection, but this time, it is in your left ear.






We weighed you at the appointment, and you weigh 21 lbs., 2 oz. You are still wearing a size 3 diaper, and you are still fitting into most of your 9 months clothes. We bought you all 12 month fall clothes, though.



You still follow the same night-night routine: we bathe you around 7 p.m., and you nurse and are asleep by 7:30 p.m. You sleep through the night, and you are even able to wake up during the night and soothe yourself back to sleep. It is a great blessing to your momma. You wake up anywhere from 7:00-8:30 a.m. You, baby girl, are a great sleeper.



You eat "big girl food" three times a day. We let you have pretty much anything, and there's not a ton of things you don't like. We try not to let you have too much sugar or anything fried (except for the occasional french fry). You nurse anywhere from 4-5 times a day for about 15 minutes each time.

You can also say a few words now: "DaDa" (your favorite word), "Nonna" (Momma), "Bye", "Hey", "Hi", and sometimes you can get out "Mama". It melts my heart when you say Mama.

In fact, just the other day, you reached your tiny, little dainty hand up and touched my face, and you said, just as plain as day, "Mama." I love you, sweet thing.


You love to play. You love to run around in your walker. You carry around your favorite toys on the tray in your walker: an empty parmesan cheese can with hard noodles in it, a bottle of TUMS, a toilet paper roll holder, an old iPod (given to you because you messed up my iPhone by slobbering all over it!), a deflated balloon, a State Farm plastic calendar, and a picture of yourself with packing tape over it to protect it. We don't buy you a lot of toys because we know you enjoy just random things from around the house so much.



Your hair has gotten really, really long since the summer. Mumsy said just today that you look like a little girl now (and not a baby much anymore). This is so bittersweet to me. My heart swells that you are growing and learning new things every day, but a huge lump grows in my throat when I think about you not being a true baby anymore. My, my. How time flies.

You are usually willing to wave on command, and we can sometimes get you to say "Bye-bye" as you wave. Sometimes... :)

We are still working on crawling. You just really don't seem interested in crawling just yet. And that's ok. You are getting better about moving your legs when you're on your belly, so it's a sign that maybe you might try soon. You did a little "crawl" earlier tonight where you moved yourself using your feet. You'll get the hang of it soon!



Your daddy and I love you so much, Ama-Watts Alexander. You are an absolute joy to us.

Happy nine months birthday, sweet baby. I love you more than words can express.