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Wordless Wednesday–Books and Fun Times

1 Sep

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Dear Carson–Month 10

23 Aug

Dear Carson,

Every month these letters seem to start the same…something along the lines of “Where did the time go?”.  But, seriously, how did another month go by already? 

This has been a very busy month for you and for us.  You have spent the last month really perfecting your “Carson Crawl”, as it has been dubbed.  Everyone who sees you comments on your special little crawl–one leg up, one leg down.  You motor all around the house getting into way more things than you should.  You furniture surf everywhere and are starting to become more daring going from one thing to the next.  You have really developed strong opinions this month about what you want and what you don’t want and have been quite effective on making these opinions known.  Unfortunately, some of your strongest opinions involve wanting to play in the bathroom, the closet, and the refrigerator.

I had a week of vacation and you and I spent so much time together.  I soaked up every single second of time I had with you.  I love your little personality that is out in full force now.  I love playing with you and actually laughing with you at things.  Seeing you develop and change this month in particular has me even more excited about the little man you will become in the future.  You have started to understand your signs, and can sign “fan”, “more”, and “all done” and it is awesome to see your little brain working.

I continue to beam like the proud Mama that I am any time anyone passes out a compliment about you.  I love to hear that other people think you are as handsome, personable, and well-behaved as I think you are.  You are truly one happy, happy  little boy.  You make me happy and you make everyone who is around you happy.  I cannot believe how lucky I am to have been chosen to be your Mama, I am so happy that you are mine. 

I love you, I love you, I love you,

Mommy

Wordless Wednesday: Beach Bum

18 Aug

Dear Carson–Month 8

23 Jun

Dear Carson,

You are another month older!  This month actually seemed to go slower than the rest, which has been kind of nice.  I feel like I have had more time to enjoy you!  I spent some time today looking back at your old pictures and it still amazes me how much you have changed in such a short time.

This has been a big month for you, you have had a lot of new experiences and lot of firsts.  For your first Father’s Day, you decided to give your Daddy a new tooth!  And you are already working on another one.  You only had a few bad days with the teething, and even then you tried so hard to be a happy little boy.

You learned your first sign, “more”, this month.  I cannot wait for you to pick up on some of the other signs we have been working on.  I am so proud of you and am nothing short of amazed when you are able to tell me what you want.

You went swimming in the Lake at your grandparents for the first time this month (and the second time…and the third time…).  You LOVED it.  I am so happy that you are not afraid of the water.  I hope you are my little water bug.  You love swimming with me and Daddy and love lounging in your little raft.  I can’t wait to spend the rest of the summer in the water with you!!

You haven’t started crawling, but you sit and spin around and around which always makes me laugh.  You have started pulling yourself up from sitting onto your knees on your own.  When you play with me, you use me as a jungle gym and sometimes pull yourself all the way up to standing.  You seem much more adventurous and courageous when I am near by! 

Your personality and sense of humor develop more every day.  You have really started to take an interest in your books, especially your Touch and Feel animal books.  You laugh right out loud when you see the animals.  You enjoy digging in your toy box.  I am always entertained to see you looking in and making a conscious decision as to which toy you want to play with. 

One of our favorite things to do towards the end of this month has been picking and eating our blueberries and raspberries.  You sit so patiently in the yard waiting for me to come and deliver you some berry goodness. 

I spend a lot of time talking and watching other moms with little boys and I wonder what you will be like as you get older.  It does make me a little sad to think that some day, probably sooner than later, I will not be the center of your universe.  Even still, you will be the center of mine. 

I love to pass my days looking at the world through your eyes.  You have absolutely changed my outlook on the world around me.  Every decision that I make is made with you in mind and I hope you will someday know how I make it my goal each day to be the best Mommy I can be. 

There are big things ahead for you, Little Man.  Soon you will be on the move, your little gummy smile will be gone, and you will be learning more ways to communicate.  I am so proud of the person I see you becoming. 

I love you, I love you, I love you!

Mommy

73 years? I’d be 104.

26 Jan

Today, I went to my Grandma’s funeral.  She was 92 years old, and my Grandpa is 95.  They were married for 73 years.  I have never seen my Grandpa cry.  Today, he had giant tears rolling down his cheeks. 

Seventy-three years is literally a lifetime for some people.  Can you stop for a second to think about 73 years?  Think about all that has changed in 73 years–think of cars, phones, TVs, computers, wars, the economy…the list could go on and on.  Here are two people who have lived through more than I can get my head around.  Yet with all that change, they still woke up with each other every day.  Seventy-three years of change and there was always that one constant. 

My Grandpa was asked during this last week what he loved most about his wife, his constant.  His answer? “Everything.”  I love that answer, Everything.  Seventy-three years must leave you with too many things you love to choose just one. 

Carson bringing a smile to his Great Grandpa's face

The Other Woman

30 Oct
The blog has, and probably will continue, to take a back seat to pregnancy and now motherhood.  However, I have had some requests to keep it up and I will try my best to get somewhat back on track.
A disclaimer: The woman who is writing this blog is not the same woman who wrote the last blog.  The woman writing this blog is so much better than that other woman.  She is happier, filled with more love, and so grateful.  The other woman would not have described herself like that.  The other woman would have said she was happy, and she was.  But she did not understand the full capacity of that word.  And now she does. 
Some people have commented that they miss the other woman, they miss the sarcasm and the undercurrent of discontent because that is what made the other woman who she was, that is what made her fun & funny.  Don’t worry, traces of her still remain but are significantly watered down by all the happiness.

What brought about this change?  A six and three-quarter pound little man named Carson John.  The other woman has experienced love before, but not love like this.  People told the other woman how great it would be, but somehow she didn’t understand the magnitude of what they said, probably because there are not words to describe it.  Even these words written here can’t quite get it right.

Carson

6 3/4 lbs of heart-melting wonderfulness

 The other woman knew that to love others requires some degree of work.  She knew that loving family and friends sometimes isn’t easy.  She knew that falling in love takes time.  She didn’t know that there is an exception to these rules.  She didn’t know that when her hands first touched that little life she would love in a magnificent way.  She didn’t know that when her eyes lit on the small person laying on her chest that her heart would feel like it couldn’t contain itself.  No one told her that part. 

No one told her that six and three-quarter pounds of little man would make everything better.  No one told her she would see everything and everyone in a different light.  No one told her the little man would make other people better too.  And lastly, no one told her that loving the little man would also make her capacity to love others greater.

No one told her any of these things.  That is why the other woman is different now.  The other woman wasn’t ready for the magnificence of this experience.  The new woman is.  She is relishing it in every moment.  She is loving more than ever before and she is bursting at the seams with joy.  She is a new woman and she is HAPPY.  She says this with authority because she finally knows what true happiness is.  She is new and she is complete.

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