Wow it’s been a long time since I’ve been here…Looking at Pearson this morning, I realized I really need to get back into recording his life. He’ll be five months old on July 9th, this is a scary thought for mama. I feel like just weeks ago we were at the hospital waiting for him to arrive. Now he’s here, we’re settled in a routine, and oh how things have changed…for us all.
Pearson is the absolute light of my life. There has never, in the twenty-three years of me living, been something so incredible, something so delicate and precious, as my son. I look at him and all I see is purity. He is so many wonderful things, I could go on forever, and I will.
I have learned so many things about being a mother, about having patience, lots of patience. I have learned the meaning of true unconditional love. I have learned that you are always stronger than you may think. I have learned to never give up, to fight for what you believe in, persevere, and to always follow your heart.
I know, I’m incredibly emotional….I’m a woman, a mother, it’s just in my nature.
I really do have a happy, healthy, and genious of a baby. In the past 4 ½ months he has developed his own little personality. He loves attention, as most babies do, but this little one, REALLY loves attention. He loves to be sung to, and lately has really been enjoying the game of peek-a-boo. Now, he wants to put everything in his reach, into his mouth. He’s beginning to droll, excessively, according to the books, he should be getting ready for some teeth! This terrifies and excites me. Honestly, it’s bittersweet, I love to see him grow, and on the other hand I wish he wouldn’t! Giving his clothes away, like his teeny tiny onesies that fit him when he was barely 7lbs, was extremely hard for me. I’m obsessed with this guy, like, beyond. It’s ok, because he feels the same way about me. We’re a team, and right now-on the same page. The thought of him growing into a teenage boy terrifies me. Anyways….
I can’t believe I’ve gotten this far and left out the fact that he is already 20 pounds. Yes, you read that right. My arms could be compared to one of the Williams sisters at this point. This kid is HEAVY! I love it though, nothing better than a fat little chunky ball of love. I call him my little (pronounced lee-tle) ball of sugar. He makes the funniest noises, we have our own language that we speak to each other. Sometimes I even find myself talking it to one of the dogs. He wants to talk so bad, I have a feeling it will come earlier than most-like I said, he’s advanced.
He loves loves loves his baths, just like his mama. Last night, I put him in there, he laid down, and literally within minutes he was out. It was the sweetest thing. Usually, he kicks, and squeals, and splashes around, he would play in there for hours if he could. He’s an Aquarius!
His smile is honestly what keeps me going sometimes, even when I’ve worked all day, I’m exhausted from the night before of him keeping me up, I’ve got baby vomit in one piece of my hair, and the other he’s ripped out and gripping in his hand, I can’t help but smile back and tell him how much I love him. Being a mother is challenging, but its also the most rewarding job on earth. I feel so lucky, so blessed to have Pearson in my life. I am so fortunate to have the family and friends that I have, who love and support us more than I could
have ever asked for.
Lot’s more stories to share! Stay tuned..
