A Spud for your thoughts…

I have to admit, my mother was right.  It’s not often concede defeat to my mother’s wisdom, but in this case she saw it coming long before I did.  I wish I could be a stay at home mom. 

It would be so easy…except for the loss of a paycheck every couple of weeks.  I so enjoy being home with my son.  The things that I didn’t think I would enjoy about motherhood have actually become my favorite parts of motherhood.  I love to sit him in the high chair and feed him.  With every other child  I have ever cared for it seemed tedious—the food prep, trying to get them to eat, trying to clean them up afterwards.  What a mess.  But as I have said so many other times—he makes this all look very easy.  The Spud with eat anything and I enjoy making him my own version of congee.  I don’t have to play games in order to get him to eat, but I do like to do a little zoom-zoom with the spoon on occasion because there is nothing cuter than a baby smiling and giggling with green peas dripping out of his mouth.  He even likes it when I clean his face—thinks it’s a game.  Silly boy.

Bath time is actually my favorite and if it weren’t for the fact that his skin was so dry I would try to wash him a lot more frequently.  As soon as he figures out it’s time for a bath he gets so excited.  Today he tried to climb into the tub fully dressed.  I finally laid him down and got his sleeper and onesie off, but I had a hard time wrangling the diaper off of him.  He banged his head against his door frame in his glee over bath time.  He likes to slap the water and watch me duck for cover. 

Lest you think that every moment is magical—not all are.  He’s still not a big fan of taking an afternoon nap, even if he is a constant state of eye rubbing.  As a result he is cranky and clingy, but he will not give in!  When times get tough I have often raised my fist in the air and said loudly even to be heard “I will not be defeated!”  Evidently he feels the same way about naps, and I can applaud his stubbornness.   Lately, though, he has fallen asleep while I gave him a bottle and rocked.  Ahhh, that is by far the best feeling in my world!  He doesn’t do it at night—just for his morning nap.  I am so going to miss that when I go back to work!

I still have a few weeks before I return to the work force.  I don’t want to go.  I want to stay home and watch my son grow.  I want to make lots of food and spend my evenings writing.  I find myself wishing there was someone here to take photos of us together.  I need someone to record these moments because I don’t trust my mind to remember the way he looks.  I have trouble imagining what he looked like two months ago, let alone what he will look like in a few years.  I love the look on his face when he finishes a bottle—it is pure happiness with a hint of mischief.  I love that he holds my face while I give him his bottle and runs his fingers through my hair.  I love the look he gives me in the morning when I pop into his room to check on him (yes, the boy is awake before I am nearly every day). 

Thank goodness his arm blocks, uh, some of his essentials. 

I will try to include some video with my next post.