03 January 2009
i really like: my baby
i haven't said too much about him lately, but believe me there is plenty to say. i am happy my parents recently spent 10 days with him... they can vouch for his awesomeness and know that i am being completely honest when i say he is sassy and knows what he wants and can throw a colossal fit to get it.
he is in love with me. i don't know how it happened. actually, i think that the 9 months in my womb, the nursing on demand he so willingly received for the first year of his life, and my complete smothering and delight in all he does might have contributed to his affection... but whatever it was i'll take it.
my bestie recently wrote about mourning the loss of each adorable stage in your child's life as they grow up. i really couldn't agree more. one of my own lovely sisters also wrote about wanting to pause her youngest and keep him in his precious stage forever. yep, that's me too. i see him singing to himself as he works hard putting a puzzle together and then looks up at me with glee and a little drool as he completes it and i think, "how sweet, how precious, please please stay this way forever!!!"
for example, today we were trekking across the large parking lot in the mililani shopping center. ambrose was holding our hands and trotting along beside us, but he wasn't walking fast enough because he was getting tired so thomas held him and he was happy to cling to his daddy. later i took a turn holding him and he swung his sweet little chubby arm around my neck and held tight as he rested his soft, squishy cheek against mine and kissed my neck and kept saying, "mama, mama, mama..." in the most adoring tone you've ever heard.
something like this happens at least once a day, but i got all choked up and told thomas, "no one has ever or will ever loved me like this in my life! i know in like 11 years or something i will embarrass him and he might even hate my guts so i'm sorry, but i am soaking it up and enjoying every last drop now." thomas just laughed a little and assured me that our son probably wont hate me when he's about 13...
anyway, my son, my baby, the boy is growing up and fast. a lot of words he says sound the same, but he is learning at least a new word everyday. here's a little translation chart:
papple = apple (and most fruits besides bananas or "nanas" actually)
duke = truck (and most cars actually)
dok = dog (and several animals actually... starting to see a pattern??)
nock = milk
jew = juice
and many many more, but these and "da" and "mama" being the most common.
i'm so happy that he finally speaks and more importantly understands EVERYTHING i say now... this has helped communication and made my job less like a scientist in a monkey lab and more like a mom teaching her child.
so, while this post may not be wildly thrilling to the general population it was no doubt fun for the aunties and grandparents to read :) and something i wanted to write even though i feel misty eyed as i type it.
i really like: my baby. he is one of the great loves of my life. everyday with him is new and i don't dread a minute of it. maybe i'll hit that mothering wall one day, but for now, even in my most impatient, out-of-my-mind, crazy moments, i am so in love and so eager to do my best that nothing can discourage me for too long. i am happy that heavenly father trusted me with one of his own and that he gave me the chance to learn about this deep love. what a joy.