Sunday, February 5, 2012

baby J has arrived!

On January 25 this little fellow surprised us.  We are totally smitten.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Dear baby J,

With only six weeks left until your arrival, I am finding myself daydreaming of you daily. I often think about you and your brother and the bond you two will have, and how incredible it will be to watch. I imagine what your sweet little face will look like, the sound of your cry and what color those eyes will be.

I'm trying to prepare myself for what it will be like when you are here, how I will adjust to being a mama of two. Then I realize I cannot prepare myself for anything, you will come into this world on your own terms, we will love you unconditionally and provide for you always. It's as simple as that.

Our family feels so complete with you in it now, like this was the way it was always supposed to be. No amount of planning or wishing or hoping could ever change it - I feel as though this was my path all along. To raise two healthy, beautiful, strong and compassionate boys. To teach them how to always see the beauty in everything, to step back every once and awhile and count their lucky stars, and above all else, how to love with everything they have. These are my hopes and dreams for you.

Life is beautiful, and now that you are about to complete our family, this is a constant reminder. And for that, I'm thankful.

Can't wait to meet you.

Love always and forever,
your mama.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

a beautiful reminder

Being a full-time stay at home mama is hard. Some days are longer than others, and while I absolutely LOVE my job, it can get the best of me. After all, I'm only human. I recently stopped working at the salon (I had been working two days a week since M was born) so I'm at home full time now. I no longer get that "break" of going into work, chatting with my clients and co-workers, ya know...having adult conversation. Something I used to take advantage of.

Some days I find myself counting down the minutes until naptime, or bedtime. Just to get a moment to myself. Then I remember that M won't be this age forever, sooner than later he is going to grow older and I really need to savor these moments with him now. He will only be this age once, and I need to be in the here and now. I look around and already can't believe how a year and a half has gone by. The rest will follow in the same fashion, I'm guessing.

I found this poem that really hit home with me:

Savor these moments while baby is young
Stop wishing to call time your own
Time has a habit of racing away
And time will soon leave you all alone
Play hide and seek when he wants you to play
Put your old book on the shelf
Give him these moments that belong to his day
Love him that bit more than yourself
Take him up on your knee
And tell him some tales
of Pixies and bunnies at play
For when baby is older
And he thinks of his Mom
He'll surely remember this day
So savor these moments while baby is young
For baby will soon be a man
And these are the years when the best songs are sung
So sing them right now if you can

Kate Monahan
April 1989

Christmas 2011

Our Christmas was pretty swell. The day started out in the best possible way, M slept in until 8! Usually he is up between 5-6 every morning so this was a real treat. Merry Christmas to us!

He was pretty excited about the thomas wrapping paper (this kid is OBSESSED with thomas) and he just kept ohhing and awwing while pointing to the presents. So stinking cute. We opened presents, ate breakfast, and took a nice long nap before heading out to my mom's and then the in laws.

Our families are so so good to us, and we all got spoiled in the best possible way. The day was filled with so much love, and M is a pretty lucky kid to be surrounded by all of it.

Even though at the end of the day I was beyond exhausted, it was definitely the best christmas ever. I have a feeling every year will just keep getting better and better.

Friday, December 23, 2011

That was then, this is now

Just as I suspected, M was not too keen on the big fella this year. I had been hyping up santa to him for weeks, reading lots of books, putting a santa hat on and saying "hohoho" in a slightly creepy way but one which made him burst into hysterical bouts of laughter. He even started saying "whowhowho". I thought we might be okay.

Then I remembered that my kid can be painfully shy most of the time, and sitting in some stranger's lap? Well in the back of my mind I was prepared for a meltdown.

Thankfully there was no line and santa was a pretty okay guy. I liked him better than the one last year, who didn't so much as mutter a word (I know my kid can't talk, but really?) and who also looked high and/or drunk. M was all smiles when I stood up there holding him, but as soon as I placed him on santa's lap and walked away....full meltdown.

Does it make me a horrible parent that I keep looking at this photo and cracking up? This is the kind of photo you pull out years from now to embarrass them in front of their first girlfriend, am I right?

Thursday, December 22, 2011

I think it's time...

to give my kid a haircut. I'm so nervous about it that I've been putting it off forever. Eeeeek!