Turns out, I will be one of those moms.
"Look at him here. That was the day we brought him home and couldn't figure out how to get him in the carseat."
"Oh and this one here was when he discovered that the cat's tale wasn't meant to be yanked."
"Oh and just look at those chubby legs and that clever grin."
"Was he not the cutest baby you've ever seen?"
The above is dialogue that I will most likely recite as we flash forward to my teenage son and his not good enough girl friend, or maybe so if she agrees with the cuteness of the pictures.
Yeah, I think it is inevitable that I will be that mom. And here's why. I'm already like that. I can't help it. Every little thing he does, whether it is smacking his lips, waving his hand or simply scratching his belly - it is all too cute for words in my book.
I get nostalgic far too often. We watch him sleep on the expensive video monitor my husband had to have (ok, me too) and we get all gooey and mooshy. "Look at him. Just look!" "He's so precious." "I love him so much." "He's a little pumpkin." And we've got so many cutesy nicknames for him, that it is a wonder he knows his real name. It's just a parade of nonsensical terms that make us feel all warm and cozy.
Our boy. I miss him being a baby already. He is growing so fast. He is standing for longer periods of time now and he is pushing his cart and walking while holding on. What is up with that? Did I say it was time? Oh, I guess it's not my decision. I wonder how he'd react to being swaddeled again with a knit hat. Yeah, right. I can't even change his diaper anymore. He is like a little wiggly wrestler with this ongoing laugh. I often worry that I won't be able to contain myself and that I might actually bite that little cheek.
I used to laugh at my mother in law with all the pictures she had to show me of when my husband was a baby. My husband laughed at my pictures and more so at my mom who is still convinced I was a cute baby (so much so that she'll cry and get angry if you say otherwise). I laughed an unknowing laugh. I thought it was cute. I didn't realize till now how serious this is.
My husband and I look at pictures of Logan when he was born, his first weeks, first months and we are already amazed. I can only imagine the emotions that are in store for me as this boy becomes a walking toddler, a kid, a teenager . . . a man.
"Oh and this one here was when he discovered that the cat's tale wasn't meant to be yanked."
"Oh and just look at those chubby legs and that clever grin."
"Was he not the cutest baby you've ever seen?"
The above is dialogue that I will most likely recite as we flash forward to my teenage son and his not good enough girl friend, or maybe so if she agrees with the cuteness of the pictures.
Yeah, I think it is inevitable that I will be that mom. And here's why. I'm already like that. I can't help it. Every little thing he does, whether it is smacking his lips, waving his hand or simply scratching his belly - it is all too cute for words in my book.
I get nostalgic far too often. We watch him sleep on the expensive video monitor my husband had to have (ok, me too) and we get all gooey and mooshy. "Look at him. Just look!" "He's so precious." "I love him so much." "He's a little pumpkin." And we've got so many cutesy nicknames for him, that it is a wonder he knows his real name. It's just a parade of nonsensical terms that make us feel all warm and cozy.
Our boy. I miss him being a baby already. He is growing so fast. He is standing for longer periods of time now and he is pushing his cart and walking while holding on. What is up with that? Did I say it was time? Oh, I guess it's not my decision. I wonder how he'd react to being swaddeled again with a knit hat. Yeah, right. I can't even change his diaper anymore. He is like a little wiggly wrestler with this ongoing laugh. I often worry that I won't be able to contain myself and that I might actually bite that little cheek.
I used to laugh at my mother in law with all the pictures she had to show me of when my husband was a baby. My husband laughed at my pictures and more so at my mom who is still convinced I was a cute baby (so much so that she'll cry and get angry if you say otherwise). I laughed an unknowing laugh. I thought it was cute. I didn't realize till now how serious this is.
My husband and I look at pictures of Logan when he was born, his first weeks, first months and we are already amazed. I can only imagine the emotions that are in store for me as this boy becomes a walking toddler, a kid, a teenager . . . a man.
posted by Best Known As Logan's Mom | 8:47 PM
2 Comments:
I have all the same feelings toward Dylan. I can not get over how freaking cute he is, and am always saying things like "My god..he is sooooooo cute"! Every little thing he does i am almst expecting everyone who is the room to burst out in praise...hehe. How could they not? LOL
((Hugs)) Julie
All I can say is I know... I feel that way about Lochlan. I cry looking at his little baby pictures and the vidoes of when he was little. I love watching him sleep and I love watching him try to figure things out. I love being a mom, I love being Lochlan's mom.
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Hope that helps!!!
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