mater bug

Poor Peyten. He is going to have that nickname for the rest of His life! All the neighbor kids even call him mater bug. Peyten is my only baby that I have ever dreamt (sp?) about. I knew he would have dark black hair. Only in my dream it was like he was a troll doll. I loved peyten a lONG time ago. I feel as if our bond goes way way back. He is such a neat, happy, good, determined little guy. Just the spirit our Father in Heaven needs on the earth now. He is so determined to get his hands on everything. He was standing first thing. He rarely just sits on your lap. When he finally gets to stand, you can see how pleased he is on his face. I love peyt, he is a fresh breath of air. I can't wait for him to wake up sometimes because he has got the biggest smile for me. He is what I would defines as JOY. Peyten was born June 15th, on Fathers day. I don't know how my heart can love these people all the same, but I do. I love being a mom, I love hearing their laughs, the things they say. Which I will get into later. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. brookie