Okay, so I suck at blogging. I'm not as avid of a blogger as I thought I might be. I have been too busy playing with my baby. We've been doing stuff like this:
One of the many gifts Luke has brought to our family is the realization of how quickly babyhood passes. When Ellie & Ross were little, I was focused on the sleep we were missing, how to help them stop crying, were they eating enough, were they going to choke on that, blah, blah, blah. With Luke, we know how fast he is going to grow up. We are taking a lot more time to stop and play, just to enjoy him.
He is barely 5 months old and is wearing size 9-12 months. Momma is hoping for some NFL tickets. He laughs and giggles ALL THE TIME. I have never seen such a happy baby. The only days he is serious are when Ellie and Ross are gone. He just stares around looking for them.
Here is his new trick. He has been rolling all over the house for weeks. He can get across an entire room in 30 seconds. He rolls under his baby swing and gets stuck. He only goes one way & hasn't figured out how to change course when he bumps into stuff.
I wish I could grab all the new Moms by the shoulders, look deep in their faces, and tell them to stop worrying and just have fun with their babies. Becoming a Mother takes a strong period of adjustment, or shock, when you have to learn the feeling of how to survive when your heart is wondering around in a new little body. It is so wonderful to enjoy a baby on the other side of that.
Maybe it's because I'm in my 30's, more mature (?), or because I don't freak out when I leave for 2 hours to get my hair done. Taking care of myself has made this a lot more fun, too. I'm not the martyr I used to be.. I know if he cries for 15 minutes while I'm in the shower, he will live.
I am spending more time staring at him while he sleeps in his swing.
I let the weeds come up because he will be riding his trike next summer.
I am thankful his brother & sister think macaroni & cheese is the ultimate entree.
I am on the floor playing more.
I have lost more "baby weight" because I never put him down (and he weighs 20 pounds).
I know that my house will be organized again once he decides he doesn't have time for me.
I'm off to enjoy them - it's Spring Break and we're going to paint Easter Eggs. Love!
Love what you wrote....SO TRUE! I tell G all the time, "Our house will be clean when they are grown and don't live here anymore. I'll have the rest of my life to clean my house." I stare at each of my kids every night before I go to bed and am so thankful I have them. There is some country song and part of it says, "You're gonna miss this" and there are times I must remind myself of that...when I start to get impatient or frustrated. One day I will miss the terrible two's tantrums that are thrown, the sleepless nights when every 30 minutes my 4 year old comes downstairs to tell me something, the snuggles I get from 2 little boys who will one day grow up to be bigger and stronger than me. So I must enjoy it now! Thank you for sharing what you did! Love to you Mama Jackie!
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