My sweet little Gus is growing up. Sniff.
Just yesterday, he was playing with a little girl named Harper at church, being very sweet and gentle, and then giving her as much of a kiss as he knows how. He’s not got the fine motor skills down to give a legitimate kiss yet, but he’s been blowing them to friends and family often. With Harper, he just leaned in towards her face and touched it with his. So cute.
Today, he saw Daniel come up and kiss me before I left to go to get my blood test. He watched curiously, and as soon as Daniel walked away, he toddled up to me with his arms up and his eyes fixed on my face. I got down on my knees, and he opened his mouth wide and leaned in towards my face. He wanted a kiss goodbye too.
We grow up and have good reason sometimes to guard our hearts and kisses and hugs, but maybe I should learn a lesson from this little boy who is so eager to show his love for others.
Have I mentioned that Bug likes to hold her baby brother? This is rather hilarious, because right now he only weighs 8 pounds less than her.
I am obviously blessed.
I mean, I get to be this guy’s wife:
And these beauties call me “Mama”:
But it has just struck me today. Over and over. So hard.
I am so grateful to God for this beautiful life I live.
I’ve lived my life constantly seeking change, and right now, I wouldn’t change a thing. I have been so blessed, so greatly, that I’m practically speechless. But I had to say something. I’m just in awe.
Thank You so much, Father. You are amazingly generous, overflowing with love. I am so grateful.
This is currently my fave photo.
After he manhandled my burrito the other night, (as in a two handed grab with a forceful pull to his mouth) I believed it was time to offer him some legitimate first foods. We’ve had “tastes” of things such as oatmeal and banana, but not sat down to eat an item for a meal yet. Well… now we have.
Anyway, for the last few days he has been getting “bananacado” or “banavacado.” Feel free to vote for your favorite word for smushy green sweet stuff in the comments. 🙂
His reaction? Crying that I don’t shovel it into his mouth fast enough. Along with complete satisfaction that Mommy finally realized he wanted in on what we are doing up there around the table without him.
“Hey. Thanks, Mom.”
“Feed me, Woman. I didn’t ask you to take my picture!” 🙂
(I have ice cream.)
(I ate the ice cream.)
Breakfast this morning was pizza (an omelet, appropriately sliced) and ice cream (a healthy smoothie I didn’t add enough milk to.) It was great, until it was gone.
Me: (holding baby) I wonder if the reason men can’t breastfeed is because no one has ever tried. I mean, come on, there has to be a reason for men to have nipples…
Husband: Stay away from me!