Myspace transfer- I love you more.

April 13, 2009 - Monday
I remember...
Current mood: amorous
Category: Life

I remember when, shortly after bringing you home from the hospital, I would wake you just so I could hear your little cry or I would startle you just to be sure you were breathing. Looking back, I totally blame it on the out of whack hormones because no one in their right mind would wake a sleeping newborn. Seriously. My mom told me that on several ocassions. I woke you, though, because I wanted to see your smile. I wanted the world to see your smile. I wanted to see your beady little brown eyes, looking up at me with love. I loved you. I loved you so much that my heart probably should have exploded.I had no idea I could possibly love you more. Yes, I love you more. Your favorite thing to tell me is "I love you more, mommy!" in your growly little Linda Blair voice (we're still not sure where you picked that one up....). But little boy, you couldn't possibly love me more.

I love you more than life. I love you more than Dr. Pepper (face it dude, that's huge). I love you SO MUCH and my love for you is SO BIG and SO SINCERE that you couldn't possibly love me more. So I'll let you think that you love me more but you really have no idea, munchkin.I can't believe how much you've grown. Right before my very eyes. My little 7 lb. 15 oz. boy weighs 29 lbs. now! That's like, four times what you weighed when you were born, dude. Seriously. When you came home, size 1 shoes fell off your fat little paddies. Now? We're busting the seams of size 7's. Dude. You're huge. I brought you home in a 0-3 month outfit that was falling off of you (everywhere but the fat head...the cap was too tight) and now you're in 3T's. It breaks my heart, little boy. It breaks my heart and at the same time, I'm just overcome with joy.

You're two. You're huge, man. You speak in full sentences (you have for a while) and your vocabulary has just...exploded. You're so precious running from room to room, jumping, climbing, yelling, playing. You wear me out just watching you. That isn't good enough, though, is it? You're constantly telling me to "Come ON mommy!" dragging me from room to room. I cherish the time we spend together, little one. Mommy is so sorry that she has to work and spend so much time away from you. If I could change anything, that would be it. I miss our time together more than you can even begin to imagine. I miss you, little boy.You're so smart. You're so precious.

People tell me you should be a model. Just so you know, I said no. I want you to be a little boy. I want you to laugh and play and grow and get dirty and smelly (you definitely already posess that funky boy smell) and even get scrapes and bruises without having to worry about anything. You know you're cute. That's what is so bad. You're fully aware of it and, at two years old, you play it like no one's business. A handshake here, blown kisses there...a "hey, baby" now and then....you're so good at being adorkable. I'm absolutely exhausted, little boy. It is nearly 11:00 and I'm famished.

I just...now got you asleep. Your cute little pudgy boy snores fill your room and you're all snuggled up with blanky, woof-woof, blackie, junior, daisy, max and daisy jr. (thank God you're in a twin size bed with your brood) and while it may be true that a newborn is prettiest when fully awake, nothing could be more beautiful than a two year old...fast asleep.

Sleep sweet, my angel. Mommy loves you more.