Love Him to the Moon and Back!!!

This post is personal ,emotional and gooey with my feelings so if that makes anyone bored or uncomfortable, consider this post a skipper por favor.
Feb 10th was a day of reflection for me.  A day full of emotions...disbelief, excitement, pride, nostalgia, love, and just thankfulness. Lots and lots of thankfulness. My 21 and a half pound miracle turned one (birthday post to come hopefully sooner rather than later).  I never imagined how beautiful every aspect of this sweet little boy would be.  Nor did I imagine that I would have such tender feelings about being a mama. 


Women have innate qualities that make us want to nurture, to be motherly.  I think I got a double dose of that.  And I don't only feel this with my Brigston, I feel this with all my nieces and nephews.  With my friends' kids, kinda with kids in general.  Being Mama is probably the hardest fulltime job I'll ever have and it will only get harder as we have more kids, but I want this job forever.  I still have to work hard at trying to be good at it daily, but I've never had such "wow, this is my purpose here" moments as I do being a homemaker.  Maybe I'm not the norm, but I love being at home with David, with Brig.  I want to spend all my spare time with them.  If I'm gone for an activity, I miss them.  If David takes Brig someplace and I don't go, I get lonely for them.  Don't get me wrong, it's nice to have a break after a long day with a teething baby, but I want that break to be me watching David play with our boy, hearing giggles and squeals, still there with them.   


I realized on Brig's bday how thankful I was that we had to wait a while for him to join our family.  I think because of that wait, he means all the much more to me and I pray I never ever take having him for granted.  I hope when I complain or whine about any aspect of motherhood, David reminds me how lucky I am to be Mom.  When I get up in the middle of the night with a wide awake or crying Brigston, the second my mind starts to wish I could be sleeping I try to remember how much I ached for the opportunity to just hold a sweet babe in the middle of the night, how much I wanted to be that tired, frazzled mom.  At least I'd have a good excuse as to why I looked tired and haggard. :)  This is what I signed up for when we decided we wanted our family to grow.  Sure, sometimes I get frustrated when I watch Brig make a tornado out of a room I just picked up for the 50th time that day in seconds, or when he refuses to take a nap.  Yes, I wonder how to tackle fits he throws.  I wonder how to stop him from bullying other babes or to stop others from bullying him.  Yes, more often that not I feel like my house is a disaster area by the end of the day.  I'm sure many days when Dave gets home he sees a scary version of me, dried crumbs, stickiness, and food stuck to my shirt from pudgy lil hands, hair all messed up from a personal hairdresser who's fascinated with my hair everyday, bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep.  Yep, I'm a first-time mom, and I don't really know what I'm "supposed" to be doing.  But I'm trying, learning, doing what I feel is best for Brig and me, and I've learned it's ok to be different from other moms, to not compare myself to other moms. 


I've realized lately how important moments are with my fam.  Brig lets me cuddle him everyday.  It's my favorite!!!  I'll cradle him before he goes to sleep and sing to him as we rock in the rocking chair.  It chokes me up when I stare at him and think of how he's perfect to me in every way, so beautiful.  He often stares right back at me for a while and occasionally reaches up to touch my face or pat me.  Sometimes he'll blow a little raspberry, almost like he's making sure I know he's still awake.  I try to memorize those moments so I'll always feel that warmth of feeling like my heart's going to explode I just love him so much.  I just feel full of love for this itty bitty boy.  Full of thankfulness.  Appreciation that I can have special moments with my babe.  It's priceless, and I'm thankful for that. 


Anyhow, I guess I just really wanted to write about how grateful I am to be a woman, a nurturer, a mother.  I know not all women feel this way, and many women don't enjoy motherhood.  I enjoy it, I love my job, and I'm so grateful for the amazing examples I had growing up who also loved motherhood.  My mom is a saint.  I hope to be as influencial, kind, and loving as she is, as a mother.  Not only is she motherly to her family, but also to those around her.  She's amazing, so Christlike!  And my sister, what an example of a motherly nurturer.  She doesn't have kids of her own yet, but she treats all her nieces and nephew (soon to be nephews!  So excited to meet Bryce and Court's little boy in June!!) as if they're her own.  She's going to make an awesome mom!  And I know David wouldn't be the man he is without his amazing mom.  I'm going to try harder to remember how lucky I am to be a woman, to remember all the little things [like family time] that I need to cherish and memorize, and to drink in and soak up every ounce of this little boy that I can.  If the next 17 years go by as fast as this last one did, then I'll run out of drinking and soaking time all too quickly.  I love this kid and I'm feeling so thankful...


Then.

Now.

I love him to the moon and back.
(infinity times) 

Christmas 2011

It's always a lovely time at Christmas, especially when you get to spend it with family.  We were so lucky we were able to go home to ID again.  Brigston did AmAzInG on all our flights going and coming back, it was just all the 2 weeks in between that he was miserable.  Poor little guy was sick THE WHOLE TIME we were there with fevers (he got shots right before we left), an ear infection (Dr thinks it was from flying), and then a cold.  David got a cold the first week, too, so they were pretty miserable.  Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep.  We didn't end up getting to do a lot of what we'd hoped to while we were there because of the sickies, BUT it was still great to be home. 

Brig wasn't too interested in opening presents, but he loved all of his new clothes, books, and toys.  It was so fun to watch him experience his first real Christmas.  It was gloriousness at it's best!!

Christmas pics 2011

Watch Out World, We Gotta Cruiser!

Still playing catchup :)  I'll have to do my Idaho Christmas post later because I haven't uploaded the pics onto the computer yet.  

Sad, teething babe



Pretty much from Dec 16th to now, poor lil Brig's been sick on and off, or teething.  He got two ear infections within a month!  So our awesome sleeper has gone back to hit and miss, just depending on if he's sick or teething that week. 



Two front teethers

On a happy note, both of this two front teeth popped through at the first of January, and they've slowly been making their appearance.  They are adorable!  But man, have they been a pain in his rear, er, I mean mouth!  He's definitely been miserable this time around.  

If you look close enough, you can see a battle wound on his lip





On another happy note, Brigston's walking!  He started standing up on his own and balancing all by himself at the end of Nov, and he'd grin from ear to ear, so proud of himself.  ADORABLE!  He'd take a step here and there and was getting braver around Christmas.  Then the day he turned 11 months he just up and wobbled across the room to me.  Probably one of the cutest things I've ever seen.  I now know why they call them "toddlers!"  Took him about a week to get the hang of it good, and he's been cruising around ever since.  He rarely crawls anymore, and he gets going so fast now it looks like he's running.  There's been a lot more bumps, bruises, and tears from wipeouts, but he's doing great. GO BRIGSTER!!!

Yeah, he's a sad walker in this pic.  It was raining pretty good so I took him outside to run around in the rain and feel it for a minute, but it was pretty cold so I brought him back in.  Well, he wanted to go back out in it, so he was crying, walking back and forth between the door and me. But it's a "walking in action" shot, so I had to put it in.  ---->

First Haircut

Wow, I'm on a roll!  Three posts in one night?  This is insanity.  I better write about this in my journal. ;) 

So Brig had his official "FIRST HAIRCUT" right before we went to ID for Christmas.  It went great!  Nope, not really.  If you'd like to know the recipe for making your babe's first haircut miserable, I went ahead and figgered it out for you.  You can thank me later...

Ingredients for a First Haircut Disaster
One super cute baby
Time of the day should be an hour past baby's bedtime
Baby should only take a 30 min afternoon nap for supreme overtiredness
Haircutter should be someone the baby does not recognize
Decide to do it last minute while trying to pack for a 2 week vacation
Put baby in a cold bumbo seat with no pants on
Show the baby toys that he can see but can't play with because he's stuck in a bumbo
(Keep a paci on hand to prevent hair getting into baby's open, WIDE open, mouth

Make sure to use ALL the ingredients without leaving any out, and you will have definitely get this:

 

It's fail proof.  Trust me.  We tried it!

He's Mobile

Just like things evolve from one stage to the next, Brigston definitely evolved into his mobility skills.  It was hilarious.  Here's his evolution from last fall.


The grand beginning..."THE STOMACH" Stage

The "look at me, I can go from my tummy to sittin' up!" Stage

The "I can put my knees under me" Stage



The "Crawl forward with my face on the ground" Stage
(Yeah, still can't figger this one out)

The "holy cow I can lift my bum in the air" Stage

The "I get it, my head's supposed to stay up" Stage

The "I finally got the whole crawlin thing down" Stage

The "I now get into everything" Stage
(This chocolate face was too cute not to add)

Ridiculous!

Ok, so my blogging skills are horrid and atrocious. There. I admit it again. It's gross. But I like to think I've been busy doing other great things. One main thing that's chasing a 21 lb, blue eyed, and absolutely adorable lil mess maker. So that makes it ok, right?

I'm going to try to play catch up. It may take two or three posts, it may take 10. Praying it's not the latter or it might take me five years to catch up on my catch up. (Does that even make sense?) Here goes!

Sooo, way back in the day of Oct 2011, I had yet another bday come and go. I always get homesick for my familia around that time because we always used to party hardy on my bday when I lived within a stone's throw of them. Not so much a stone's throw anymore. More like, well, TOO FAR. Anyhow, they still always try to help celebrate long distance and make it a good day (as did the hubs), but I was missin them.

Fast forward a few weeks to a Sunday night that Nov. I was dead alseep and dreaming when I heard some giggling. It took me a minute to place the giggles, because it didn't make sense that I was hearin my sissy and madre, in my room, in the Lonestar state, in the middle of the night. Welp. It was them. I opened my eyes to see 4 beautiful faces giggling at me. As I recall, the only thing I could say was, "What the heck are you doing here?" (Of course it was said with much love and elation) My parents, sis, and lil bro drove down for a surprise visit. And I was most definitely surprised. It was a FABULOUS week, and I admit, I have the best family ever. Seriously. Brigston loved all the attention and we had lots of tears when they had to head back. Brig would go from room to room, trying to find them after they left. It was so sad, but so cute! Best. Family. Ever.

 

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