“Goodnight truck book Mama”

Tyler was a little cray today. Typical Tuesday because he got to sleep in this morning, and didn’t really nap this afternoon. Getting him ready for bed was a struggle. Pajamas, brushing teeth, putting on his creams, it all took forever and he thought it would be more fun to throw things than to cooperate. I told him no book tonight because he wasn’t listening to me (typical 2 year old behavior!). Just as we finished up he said to me “goodnight truck book mama”. How could I say no? The book is called “Goodnight, Goodnight Construction Site” and we read it every night. I found myself reading pretty fast because I really wanted to finish the book and for him to get to bed. As I was reading I thought to myself that these nights are numbered. In a few years he won’t want me to read to him. So I slowed down, read every word (yes I’m guilty of skipping words!), and we even read another book. I won’t take this time for granted because one day I’ll miss it. I’ll miss the snuggle time, bedtime books, and bedtime kisses. I love being his Mama.

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Happy Birthday!

Tomorrow my itty bitty baby boy turns two. I will never forget the day he was born even though I was on A LOT of drugs due to preeclampsia. I was induced at 37 weeks and due to complications of the induction I was rushed into the operating room for an emergency c-section. I never prayed so hard in my life. At 7:43 pm they began and at 7:44 he was born! My first vision was him peeing on the pediatrician. He was a tiny little guy, 6 pounds 9.3 ounces and 19 inches long. Funny how I can’t remember my license plate number but those numbers I will always remember. This past year has been a ton more firsts. He walked at 16 months, talks up a storm, and has turned into the sweetest little boy. We have so much fun together even if we’re just sitting around playing with his toys. I won’t lie, I don’t want him to grow up. I know eventually my name will change from “mama” to “mommy” and then to “mom”. I know there will come a time when he tells me “you don’t understand mom” or “you’re so unfair”. But for now, he’s still my little boy, and no matter how many candles on his cake he’ll always be my baby.

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