But I'm not going to talk about any of that. I'm going to chose my son, Colton aka Baby Fox. Seems like a silly choice, but I do. When Mr. and I got married we had a plan, a 5 year plan. We were going to travel the world, do what we wanted to do while we were young, buy a house and be really financially stable before we brought a baby into the world. On our 5 year anniversary we took a trip and got pregnant our first go. I don't think I realized just how lucky we were that we didn't have any issues getting pregnant, and that we got pregnant so fast.
He came, and he was perfect, I mean seriously perfect.
As we got used to being a family of 3 and having this little human rely solely on us, he really helped us navigate those first few months of parenthood. He NEVER cried. I mean when I say never cried, he never cried, so much so that when he was about a month old and was crying/whinning, someone asked us and I quote "is that your baby's cry?" It was that soft. He just never really developed the loud screaming capacity lungs because he never cried. He started sleeping 5 hour stretches around 2.5 months, 8-9 hours at 3.5 months and then 12 hours at 4.5 months. I mean what kid does that? To this day, he goes down without a fight and even if he's not tired, he'll just lay in his crib and roll around, talk to his stuffed animals and wait for sleep to come to him. When he's sick he hardly wakes up in the middle of the night screaming. I think in the past 2.5 years, he's woken up twice in the middle of the night, since he started sleeping 12 hour stretches.
He is the politest kid, and learns quickly. Adapts to life in general, takes things in and goes with the flow. Skip nap that day because we're out and about, no problems. Most importantly he is healthy and happy. I have a few friends who have to constantly fight for their kids health, people who I don't know how they find the strength each day to continue, but somehow they do and they come out stronger on the other side.
He's all we know, but:
I take for granted how smart he is. he taught us sign language when he was 10 months old. He had signs he made up for more, drink and all done.
|Trying to figure out how Daddy put all these cars on top of each other|
I take for granted how sweet he is and wants the best for everyone around him
|Sharing his bear with Great Grandma, Bear is kissing GG better|
I take for granted that he loves me unconditionally and is excited to see me each day I get home he screams out "MOMMY" and comes running
I take for granted that he wants me when he's hurt
|Don't worry, I happened to be taking pictures of him when he started crying, I snapped this and then picked him up|
I take for granted that he hardly complains
|100° heat at a funeral, but there's a fire truck, all is good with the world|
I take for granted that he always wants to share everything he has with everyone else.
I take for granted that he sleeps through the night
I take for granted that he can self soothe
I take for granted that he's never sick, and when he does get sick he's happy and isn't grumpy
|Last time he was sick, June 2012|
I take for granted those special moments when he holds my head in his hands and looks into my eyes and says he loves me
I take for granted the fact that no one can compare to how great he is and how fun, loveable and how he has a great sense of humor.
I hope to remember all these things when he's a teenager and driving me crazy, that deep down he's the best kid a mom could hope for. I want to cherish these last few weeks with just him before the crazy of a newborn begins all over again.
Thank you Colton for being you, you have grown into such a fun, lovable 2 year old. You are going to be the best big brother and I can't wait for you to meet her!