Sunday, February 19, 2012

Little man is 3!!!

Another birthday! Another day to celebrate Jaxon's birth and life! I can't hardly believe that my 9lb 8oz baby is really not a baby anymore. In one sense I feel like I just had him, yet in another, those newborn days seems light years away. Sometimes when I rock him to sleep, I stare at his newborn picture on his wall and if I try real hard, I can still smell his sweet baby smell, feel that soft furry baby hair on my cheek and his gummy little baby fingers wrapped around mine (that always had his sister's long blond hairs in them). In this moment there is always a tangible ache in my heart that my baby is gone. So, I close my eyes really tight, squeeze him a little harder, and feel the ache for a second. I'm snapped back to reality by the miniature car driving up my arm, over my head and down my nose. I look down to see his mischievous little smile under his pacie, and I smile back as he pulls different heart strings, three year old little boy heart strings. Although my reminiscing may get old to him as he grows up, I believe he knew he would always be my baby when he came to me. Maybe something in his little spirit needed that from me?

We too knew he would be our last baby when he came and I did enjoy every second of it. I remember Troy took over every household responsibility so I could sit for two weeks straight and soak in every second of my newborn. On the fifth time around, I knew the laundry and the dishes would be there indefinitely, but his one week old face, one week old smell, and peeling little fingers would not.

While I do grieve the fact that the newborn moments are done for me, I am grateful everyday that I had them. I know many who have not or will not have these moments on this earth and I promise I did not take them for granted. I also realize we do not know when our time here will be done or how many more days they will be here for me to snuggle. Every night I lay him in his crib, I say a prayer in my heart that I'll get one more day.

Thank you Lord for giving me 1095 days to love on Jaxon and thank you Lord for giving me the capacity to love him so much it hurts! Happy birthday to my forever baby!

All about 3 year old Jaxon

His new favorite new thing is to yell "you're mean mommy!" in his really mad voice
He's a picky eater, but loves loves pizza and fruit!
He loves to snuggle, but only at bed time
He loves anything with wheels... cars, trucks, motorcycles, bikes, scooters...
He loves to bug his sisters and see if he can out run them
He loves Addies itouch
He loves the Cars' movies
He loves my brother and all of the men and boys in my family
He is one loved little boy!

This picture cracks me up because he was so big and this angle shows how his first little shirt and diaper didn't fit him! I think he ate all the other newborns in the nursery!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

My Valentine!

I love Valentine's Day!! I always have. I love the red/pink /white valentine decor section in the stores that springs up after Christmas...something about that color scheme just makes me happy. I love sappy romantic movies and great love stories. I'm not really interested in action, thriller, suspenseful movies, nor do I like sci fi or horror films much. Boy do I sound like every guys dream date :)?? And...I really don't like sad endings on my sappy love story either...
Not only do I love Valentine's Day, but I really love my Valentine! I read a quote the other day that is my new fav... it says, "Every story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite." This one is going on this picture in my bedroom.
Our story is my favorite and Troy happens to be my favorite guy (followed by Jaxon in a close second)! I got the best email a few weeks said, "Let’s go away the weekend of February 11th. Doesn’t matter where, just that it’s you and me. What do you think? " It's not like I get these emails all the time..but when I do, I enjoy it and cherish the time we spend away. We don't always live in perfect bliss, but one thing we do really well is keep our date nights and time alone.
Troy is just a good man and as hard as it may be he really, really loves me. I know as well as anyone that's a hard job! He is so patient and puts up with me and all my crazies. How did I get so lucky?

Happy Valentine's Day to the man that does the dishes, fixes everything, builds me furniture, takes the kids to school, and still makes my toes tingle! I pray that someday our daughters will find a man just like you! I love you! Love, Me