You know, it has almost been a year since my sweet baby boy was born.
His birthday is literally just right around the corner and I almost cannot believe it.
Why is it that our babies grow so old so fast? Why must time fly?
It's really hard to understand why it happens, but the answers to my own question is:
Babies have to grow just like we once did, they have to learn new things and advance on to toddler-hood.
I do admit I terribly miss the days where my sweet boy would just lay cuddled on my chest or sleep hours on end in my arms. I miss it all. A lot.
But I love all the new things he accomplishes each and every single day. It is always something new.
Something to make this mommy proud.
Everything he does makes me proud. I love it.
But this is what it used to be like.
This is the purpose of this blog.
I used to be selfish, and dependent on so many others.
Grant it I am still very dependent on school, my mom, and Alex because I am in school so I DO take all the help I can get from others, which I am blessed for and thankful for.
But what it used to be like without a baby, I was nothing more than immature.
I have always had good morals and a bright future ahead of me...
but I have also always been spoiled...and that can make so many things rough.
I am not complaining though because it was all really wonderful while it lasted.
But whenever I "first had the flu" I changed for the better.
Even at 21 I had a lot of growing up to do, and I'd like to think that I have matured a lot.
I know that OUR baby comes first no matter what and that is a wonderful realization.
It is good to have something else to put before yourself.
Especially when it is a special and precious little baby boy like we were blessed with! <3
But what it used to be like is nothing like it is now.
My life is better.
I have our sweet baby son, I have a loving fiance and I have such a wonderful future ahead of me.
Haha, I remember before we knew the gender I wanted a little girl so bad.
We had it set that there was a little girl in my belly and that was it.
My family had acted as if having a little boy wasn't even an option because we had not had a little boy since like my uncle Chad and he passed away when I was five, that has been like 17 years ago!
So one of us girls having a boy seemed nearly impossible...
well heck...was I sure wrong!
We ended up all in shock when my OB said "It's A Boy!"
Wow. You could say we were all in shock.
And I cried...I actually balled my eyes out.
It was like what was I going to do with a little boy? haha.
Man, not only did God give us a baby boy but he gave us a little boy that was as boyish as they come.
He already likes to climb, eat dirt and grass, he loves to get sticky and dirty and to not listen and to play with his food rather than actually eating his food.
That's right!!
We have a LITTLE MONSTER on my hands.
And if anything...he may be ALL boy, but he is also all MOMMA'S BOY!
If I leave the room he cries, if I walk a foot away from him, he whimpers.
Our son is definitely attached at my hip, and I must say...I really don't mind at all.
I don't have privacy hardly anymore, I gave that up when Eli started not allowing me to use the restroom.
Yep, he stands and hold on to my legs and "talks" to me while I pee.
So yeah, it's a little weird...
but I would give up any of it for the world.
I love it. I love this life, I love my blessings, and I love my sweet but ROTTEN little baby boy!
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