just a ridin'

When Addison was first born I didn't take her anywhere. She didn't leave the house. Period. (Except for her doctor's appointment.) On Saturday September 24, 2011, when Addison was 7 weeks, 3 days old...she had her first "outing." Since that day, it seems like we haven't stopped going. I want her to see the world. I want her to have fun. (All of these great adventures used to have to stay within a 20 mile radius. That was back when she would scream when going on long trips. That was before we flipped her carseat around & got portable dvd players.) We shop, we eat, we visit & sometimes we just drive.  I love going places. Especially when my sweet girl is riding with me! I sure hope Addison gets my love for traveling. Here are some sweet carseat pics of my little running around buddy! :)





Her first time in a carseat. August 5, 2012...going home from the hospital!







At Craker Barrel (with mommy, nana & grandpa) on her first "trip" out.



On her way to Richmond with mommy & daddy!

Right after her 4 month shots. I've said it many times, I have the BEST baby in the world!

All bundled up, ready to leave a baby shower!

Waiting for legacy to get the oil changed in mommy's car. How cute is she?! seriously.

March 2012. Been shopping with mommy. Aren't her twinkle toes adorable!?

First day of Spring & first day cruising in her new carseat. This is one of my favorite pictures!

Sleeping beauty at the rootbeer stand

Watching Ice Age, getting sleepy!

This is how majority of car rides used to be, thankfully this was just a split second fuss. Crying the whole time while in her carseat is no more. We will be traveling the world before you know it now that we have a happy  happier traveler! :)

mini breakdowns

I was feeding Addison her night time bottle & just staring at her perfect little face on the night she turned 6 weeks old. I was smelling her sweet smell, thinking about how good she felt in my arms. Then I thought about the day when she would be a "big" girl and not need mommy to hold her and get her to sleep. That's when I lost it. I started crying a little. Then I thought more about her growing up on me, so I cried harder. Then I started sobbing so hard I had to put her in her crib or I would have woke her up. I stepped out of our bedroom & let Adam hold me while I cried and told him my fears of how she wouldn't need me anymore. She was already saying "I good" and was preparing to take her first bite of rice ceareal. Mostly I talked about how fast she was growing. How could she have been 6 weeks old  already?!


My little 12 pound 4 ounce, 23 1/2 inch ladybug at 6 weeks old.



My baby turns 11 months old tomorrow. Tonight was no different than any other night, but as I was holding her, looking at her little perfect face, smelling her sweet smell & loving how she feels in my arms. After a moment tears started to fall. I laid her in her crib so I could go into the living room and sob alone as to not wake her. I cried because time is going too fast. She is growing up too fast. Oh, what a fiesty little thing she is. She crawls,pulls up, laughs so loud, says lots of words, feeds herself, makes the funniest faces, the list goes on. She's growing up on me...for real this time. I still dread the day when she won't need me anymore but right now I cherish her being "clingy" and chanting "momma."

My little 28 pound, 33 inch sweet baby.

Truth is when I was holding that tiny 6 week old, I needed her more than she could have ever needed me. I still do. She is my reason, my heart, my world.