This week has flown by and it's been filled with family, friends, and new milestones. It seems lately that every time we turn around Jack has learned something new. Every stage with him has been sweet and exciting, but I've got to say, this last month has been my favorite. His little personality is really starting to shine and he cracks me up on a daily basis with his charm and mischievousness (don't let that smile fool ya...he is always up to something).
Within the last week alone he has started waving and saying what sounds like "heeeeeyyyy". He's also mastered the "kiss" (when I ask him to give mama kisses he will hold my face and bite my lips...painful, but ooooh so cute) and knows who "dada" is. One of the biggest and definitely most exciting things to happen in our home this last week was this...
Although I sometimes complain about wishing I had a "life" outside of mommy hood, I am beyond thankful that I am able to stay home with my little man. I love getting to watch him grow on a daily basis and I know when he is older and embarrassed to hang out with me (which is never gonna happen...tell me it's never gonna happen?!) I will look back and thank the Lord I was able to spend so much one on one time with him as a baby.
Ok, could I be anymore sappy and emotional right now?! You'll have to excuse me...my son is walking. I'm never going to forgive him.
Alright y'all, moms are probably Gods greatest creation. Right? Who's with me?! My mom, (she's the one with me in the picture...ya, you all probably thought that was my sister. I know...she gets it all the time. Here's hopin I got her good genes). Anyway,
My mom and I have grown closer in the last 10 months than we've been in all of my 23 years. She is my best friend, my encourager, my confidant, and the answer to all my questions. She is the one who calls me when there is a huge sale at the gap, the one who taught me how to cook, appreciate an ice cold beer in a coffee mug (there's nothin like it) and pluck my eyebrows the right way. She's the one who treats my baby like he's hers (and I wouldn't have it any other way). She still makes me feel like her little girl even though I'm married and have my own family now, she still let's me call and cry to her over the phone when I'm having one of those days, and she always, no matter what, tells me the truth. I love her and am so thankful she taught me how to love.
And you guys thought I was done being overly emotional....psshhh
I'll end with this...
I'm thankful for a husband who lives in reality and knows I'm not perfect. One who willingly eats a schmorgasboard (sp?!) dinner when I forgot to thaw the chicken ;). thanks babe!