Four Years Ago Today – My Sweet Boy Was Born

His small hand reaches out to me, even as he sleeps.  Sometimes he rests his palm on my shoulder….occasionally he wraps his fingers in my hair.

He just has to know I am there.  And I love that.  In fact, I dread the day that he no longer wants me to snuggle.

Four years ago today, I laughed him into this world.  Literally.

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I pushed one time, Dr. Cartwright made me laugh and Cooper came flying out.  That wonderful doctor even convinced me to grab my sweet guy under the shoulders and pull him the rest of the way out.

It was spectacular.

I am convinced the way he was born – via laughter – has shaped the happy little guy he is today.

And on this day, your birthday, I celebrate you.

My sweet, small dude,

Every day I am amazed by you.  You illuminate every room you enter – refusing to be intimidated by anyone or anything.  You aim that blue-eyed gaze at kids and adults, making friends, garnering smiles.

From the moment you entered my life, you have made me better.  From the sporadic, “Mommy?  I love you’s” that you sprinkle throughout every day, to your love of holding my hand, I am charmed by you.

If your daddy had written a letter to God before you were born describing the little man he wanted in his life, you match it perfectly.  You are kind – giving hugs and love freely. You laugh and joke easily.  Every day as he comes home, “Daddy, can we play baseball?”.  You would rather watch SportsCenter than cartoons and go page-by-page through Sports Illustrated when it arrives every Wednesday.

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My sweet boy – I hope you never outgrow that special little something that makes you sparkle.

Thank you for the privilege of being your Mommy.

I love you my little buddy.

Love, Mommy

Breaking the Habit

In the beginning….

There was a little girl

Who had a few brown curls

Right on the back of her head.

She stared with deep brown eyes

And always could mesmerize

The family who danced around her bed.

delaney-7-8-months-047In was truly a matter of weeks before this sweet little thing learned to sooth herself, much to her Mommy and Daddy’s pleasure.  At 6 weeks, she slept through the night. 

Why?  Because she had found her thumb.

And she loves that thumb.  It gets cracked and dry in the winter.  It wrinkles like a digit that has spent the day in the pool.  It comforts.  It heals.

And, now, she has to let it go….so says the dentist.

Her baby teeth have already moved, but we have to prevent the moving of her permanent teeth (or endure an eternity in braces – and some seriously messed up teeth in the mean time)

But this is NOT an easy process.  The thumb sucking is a part of who she is…..

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She sucks her thumb when she is hurt, when she is tired, when she is crabby, when she snuggles, when we read books and when she goes to sleep.

sept-oct-2006-025And now, we are trying to break that habit.  I say ’we’ as though I can take any credit for it at all!  Oh…and my sweet girl is trying so hard.  She really doesn’t want to quit, but she is working at it.  And she is making me so proud….

You keep at it baby girl!  I know you can do it!