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Welcome to baby Clayton’s website. Here we will keep you updated with his adventures. We hope you enjoy visiting and sharing our joy and excitement.





   

Oh my precious boy...only a few days old. Truly our miracle. As some people may know that Ray and I tried to have a baby for a couple years before we finally got pregnant, which some people may know that I have sufferend a miscarriage for that pregnancy...3 months later tho I got pregnant for Clayton. He means everything to me and I hold him so dear to my heart.

   

 

 

   



 









  




Here is Mommy and Clayton at 7 months old. Oh how they grow so fast...it seems like yesterday I was going into labour.

Oh my...and here is also me and Clayton at 19 months...wow what a difference!

  

 



  

And here is Daddy and Clayton at 8 months old. Ray is such a proud father...it shows in everything he does with Clayton. My 2 men...I love them with all of my heart!







Ray and Clayton at the park...best buds!





 

 



  





 

Clayton is so lucky to have all 3 of his gramma's in his life...

  



He also has 3 Grampa's who love him dearly...

  

  



Clayton with Aunt Minnie and Aunt Barbie

 

I wish I had pictures of Uncle Jonathan and DJ, when I get some I will be posting Clayton with them. He sure does love them.



Aunt Colette and Aunt Nicole are so loving, and Clayton sure does miss them.

 

Here's Aunt Pam and Uncle Alain with Clayton...so sweet!

 

And here is Uncle Todd and Aunt Veronique with Clayton...so precious! I don't yet have a picture of Clayton with Uncle Joey yet, but I will put one when I get it.

 









 

   

 









Halloween 2008



Clayton's second Halloween...2007, he was so precious all dressed up!



Clayton dressed up in his Holloween costume...he looks so cute!











This is so true...I cried my eyes out when I read this. It really hits home.

Being a Mom

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family."

We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"

It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations."

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments' hesitation.

I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a Cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts. My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.

"You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.

Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends who may someday be Moms. May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart. Please forward to your women friends and if you are still blessed to have your own Mom give her a hug and tell her you love her.


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MY BEAUTIFIL BOY   / DEBBIE C. (GRANDMA)
GRANDMA LOVES HER BOY!!! YOU ARE SPECIALX0X0X0
Miss you!   / Aunt Barbie (xoxo)
Hi Clayton!  Brett and I miss you very much.. and of course Dylan too ... we're so anxious to visit you guys again.  Soon for sure, we both can't ...  Continue >>
Hey..!!!  / H. A. R. S. H. :. --- Desai (Well...Dunno)
Hey...I m jus a random visitor on Facebook n I saw Ur pic on Owned... N then was intrigued n curious 2 go ahead n check the link tht U had posted...So yeahhh...Saw Clayton's pix n yeahhh...must say...He is very loveable...looks like a naughty kid..Bu...  Continue >>
'I wear my caesarean scar with pride' group on Facebook.   / Cassandra Traill (visitor to website )
Hi

Your article "Being a Mom" and the address of your website have been posted on the 'I wear my caesarean scar with pride' group on Facebook.

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=10960793089

I loved what y...  Continue >>
Your a big brother   / Mommy (Mother)
Clayton my sweetheart...your a big brother now!!! I know its a big adjustment and I know you'll be the best big brother in the world. I know things are a little tough right now because I don't have as much time to spend with you honey, we're so used ...  Continue >>
Uncle Al  / Uncle Al (Uncle)    Read >>
You're walking  / Mamere &. Papere (Grandparents)    Read >>
Happy Birthday!  / Austin Tessier     Read >>
Happy Birthday Clayton!  / Brett     Read >>
~HAPPY BIRTHDAY~  / 'Aunt' Barbie     Read >>
Such a Sweetheart...  / Barb Tessier ("Aunt" (Mommy's Bestfriend) )    Read >>
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