Happy Birthday!

Well, I've been a poor blogger these past couple weeks. But I think I have a good excuse. I was enjoying every second of my last 2 weeks at home with my boy. I have so thoroughly enjoyed my time home with him and have had a little trouble (read uncontrollable sobbing) going back to work.

Just to set the record straight: I know my boy is fine while I'm at work. I'm amazingly excited for the bond between Dylan and his dad to strengthen during their time sans-mommy. And *insert grumpy face here* I know it's good for him to stay with his grandma and experience other things (especially when his sister's in town for Easter). But I'm selfish...so sue me. I want to spend that time with him. I want to be the one he smiles at when he wakes up from his nap. I don't wanna miss a single smile or a single giggle. I want to be the person who gets to experience all his firsts with him.

Anyway, it's been a rough few days but ultimately, staying home is not an option for us - so I've had to force myself to suck it up. (Which doesn't mean that I don't still tear up randomly but you gotta cut a momma a little slack, eh?)

And now back to our scheduled program...





MY BOY IS 6 MONTHS OLD TODAY!!!

He's gotten so big. I can't believe how fast the time has flown. I know I've heard that from eleventeen mothers but I don't think it was possible for me to understand the sensation until I had kids of my own. Daily I find myself wishing that the freaking clock would just tick a little bit slower. I want my baby to stay my baby, damn it. Right now he's helpless and has to let me cuddle him as much as I want. (Again with the selfish – and your point is?) I could spend hours staring at him, days nibbling on his toes and years smelling that baby smell that accumulates behind his ears and at the crown of his head.

Already he's pushing for his independence. He's not leaning against me for support anymore - he's straining to sit up himself whenever he's on my lap. He hasn't cuddled his head into the hollow between my neck and shoulder in MONTHS (he was feeling a little under the weather this past week and cuddled in there again...I just melted).

He's also already figuring out how to play his mom and dad...he giggles. When I ask him if he's ready to go "nii-nii" he giggles at me. When we lay him on the changing table to swaddle him and close the blinds - he giggles at the room. If we look at him while we're rocking him, he spits out his binky and giggles. If we crack and giggle back, he knows he’s got us. What can I say? He's a smart cookie - takes after his momma (finally SOMETHING he got from me).

It’s amazing how much a heart can hold…it grows exponentially to accommodate my growing boy. The bigger he gets, the more room I have in my heart to love him. At some point, it’s just gonna burst.

Just look at how much he’s grown (and picture how big my heart must already be…)

A few hours old:


1 month:


2 months:


3 months:


4 months:


5 months:


6 months: