Reflecting on this Sunday

If Sunday is supposed to be a "day of rest," I don't know why mine is so insane.  It probably has something to do with the fact that I have 9 a.m. church and two kids, neither of whom are morning people.  Trying to wake Cade up before 10 a.m. is like trying to wake up a bear out of hibernation - and almost just as dangerous, no kidding.  Although who am I fooling?  It's probably harder for me to get up than him, but I blame the fact I'm waking up during the night to feed the little munchkin.  9 a.m., in my opinion, is like the butt-crack of dawn.   And...it's not even like I get much out of church with a 5 year old and a 6 week old - all of my time is spent trying to do damage control.   Oh well.  At least I try, and at least Mila looked darling in her dress today.  I am definitely one of those mothers that has kids who are dressed better than her.  Especially now...I don't really fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes yet, but most of my maternity stuff is now too big, so I recycle the same few items of clothing over and over.  That poor black skirt I wear every week...it's workin' real hard...

Today has been a sobering day, what with it being the anniversary of 9/11.  I remember so clearly that day - it was during my senior year of high school, and I remember that we did no work that day at school, only shuffled from class to class and watched the news reports on what was happening.  Several of my teachers cried.  I think we were all in shock.  It seemed so surreal, and now 10 years later, it seems just as surreal.  Brandon and I have been glued to the TV all day, watching the documentaries and news stories covering it, and it's so sobering.  It's particularly difficult for me to watch the videos or see the pictures of the people who jumped from the towers to avoid the fire - watching them free-fall like that...it literally makes me sick.  I swear I was eating when I watched it, and had to stop because I felt sick to my stomach.  The attack and what happened...there was so much hate.  It's hard to stomach.

Anyway, I know it's a day I'll never forget, and I think it's really important we all remember, and tell our kids about it so they can carry on the legacy of all we lost that day, and of all the brave men and women who saved so many lives that day.  One day I hope to visit the memorial site with Cade and Mila and tell them what happened.

And here's a couple cute pictures of Mila, just for good measure.  :)

Squishy sleep cheeks!

Bear bum!  (Cute outfit given to Mila by my T.  :)