I love being a mom. I really do. When I worked I knew and hoped it was just a means to end till I had kids one day and could stay and work at home with them. I love being a mom. I love planning meals and trying new meals (brussel sprouts tonight, baby) coming up with fun things to do, planning our next vacation, planning special times for when Brad is with us, snuggling on the couch and watching Curious George every single morning for the past 5 years. (they are making a few new ones every now and then!) Kissing Ezra on his neck and hearing him laugh and laugh, seeing the thoughts roll through their brains and hearing them stutter as they try and get those innocent thoughts out, being able to teach the gospel to them in the moment...when it really matters and they will really learn and be receptive. It's all the little hugs and kisses and wiped tears and refusing to eat, but then all of a sudden liking to eat, the moment of quiet when it's just me and a baby eating or breathing hot breath on my shoulder and slowly falling to sleep. Those first smiles, those dimpled smiles, those growing up smiles. The uncontrollable laughter, the falling asleep before we've turned the light out or the up all night chatting to each other nights. All the songs, the reading of book after book and memorizing them along the way. Or turning movies I've seen into stories for Chloe and hearing her think I am the best story teller in the world. It's the pats on the pillow with little hands inviting me to come sit close and lay together and just talk or sing or tickle backs, choosing clothes in the morning and jams at night, giving tubs, teaching love, feeling love, and giving love. I've learned so much from these 3 angelic faces. Like how to forgive quickly and move on, how to roll with it, how to cook better and more efficiently, how to sing pretty well, how to love, how to respect, how to teach, how to be more silly, how to plan my time, how to sew cute little clothes from my bigger clothes, how to shower at the gym (gross but necessary now) and how to look at my own mom and other "mom" influences and love and appreciate them even more as I become more.
They spoiled me on my special day. Bluie and My Brad has been hushing secrets around the house for the past 2 weeks. I loved seeing her eyes get all big as she made the "zipping" lip motion and would giggle at the surprises she held inside. They cooked all three meals for me and included all my favs.
So, it's becoming apparant that my little guy is going to need a mama who can sew him some pants as he grows. So I found a patter at Made and went for it. These pants are so adorable. They are an actual pattern (yes, I did my first pattern folks. remarkable considering all I've sewn) and they fit him pretty cute. This was a trial pair but I plan on perfecting it and just making him church pants as we go. i made these out of one of Brad's old shirts. They were soft. All day I just kept picturing him on a boat in Cape Cod. he's such a handsome little guy.
Ez is still in the stink eye phase of pictures, but I love it and embrace it because as we look on back on these we'll remember these funny stages.
And miss Belle. This is why she sleeps so well. She regularly goes down at 8 and wakes at 6. Really! I put in 2 kids and 5 years of basically never sleeping 5 consecutive hours so thanks little Lola. I am the first to admit that it has nothing to do with anything we've done. She is a pretty amazing baby all around. I think this thumb sucking has some benefits!
