Someday my house will be clean and my child will be on his best behavior. I will have woken up, showered, put on makeup, and done the laundry. I'll have gotten in a full days worth of chores, read 3 novels, alphabetically arranged the music collection, and sorted through the mail. I will have taken a daily jog, prepared dinner in a timely manner, baked a cake, remembered to feed the cat, gotten to bed early, and will wake up feeling refreshed enough to do it all again. And maybe someday I'll also remember to update this blog. But until that day happens, I will just sit in my cluttered bedroom with my baby and enjoy moments like this...




Love you kid.


I have a lot of videos and pictures to upload so stay tuned in the next few days...

To Everything there is a Season

Sorry for the delay in blogging, we've been so busy. I wrote this entry several days ago and apparently didn't post it. And it's more for my record keeping than picture fulfillment, but I wrote it anyway. But here it is and what we've been up to.



Ecclesiastes 3

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:


time to be born, and a time to die;


a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;


time to kill, and a time to heal;a time to break down, and a time to build up;


time to weep, and a time to laugh;a time to mourn, and a time to dance;


time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;


a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;


time to seek, and a time to lose;a time to keep, and a time to throw away;


time to tear, and a time to sew;a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;


time to love, and a time to hate;a time for war, and a time for peace.

We are moving...

And we are down to the last few boxes in our move. This move is not only a living situation move, but a life move. It is going to set in motion changes for our small family that we have been waiting for. One day about 2 weeks ago, opportunity knocked at our door and we bravely went and answered it. It was a kind stranger at the door who offered us promise and hope. So we gladly accepted change into our lives.





These changes may seem small to some, but are huge for us. For starters, Adam got a new job, one which will allow him more quality time with us and a better schedule for him. We finally found a family car we have so desperately needed. We found ourselves a rental home that is perfect in every way for a year. And Adam got a week off from work inbetween jobs that allowed us a much needed time together.





Y.A.Y.





And I felt "together" about every change coming upon us until this evening. Admist the boxes that crowd the corners of our small apartment, the hustle and bustle of feet up and down the stairs, and the light that shone so brightly through the windows of our new "spacious" living quarters as we made trips back and forth, I had an emotional moment. My child had a rough day as his schedule was not on key, so the evening bedtime rituals took a little longer than normal. We bathed, splished and slashed, wrapped up in a warm towel, and chit chatted while I put on a fresh pair of footed jammies. Once his jammies were on, he began to cry. Actually let me retract that. He began to bawl big elephant tears. And being his momma, I like to think I know everything about him. So I think, deep down in my heart, Hayden was begining to realize that he was leaving his first home. I scooped up my tear stained baby and began to rock him.





I don't often rock Hayden. He doesn't really seem to care for the act. Plus, I have developed a schedule that I feel is down to an art. My child falls asleep on his own the moment his head hits the pillow and I rather like it. This took me several weeks to develop after we brought him home. So rocking has been out of our routine since he was a newborn. As a matter of fact, I think one of the last times I rocked him was the night I brought him home from the hospital.





But tonight, on the eve of our last night in his first home, I rocked my baby. And he fell asleep in my arms. It was such a sweet moment. I had a lump of sweet baby goodness sleeping soundly against me as the chair swayed back and forth. A warm fuzzy head pressed against my cheek as deep breathes filled the space between us. I don't know why Hayden choose tonight to allow me to cuddle my sleeping angel, but I will cherish our last night in his first home for the rest of my life. As I sat there holding my little man, I remembered the anticipation arranging his baby furniture and the laughter that has filled the room from his changing table. What a crazy journey this last year and a half has been since I found out we were expecting Hayden. If walls could talk, they could tell you about all the tears (both mommy and baby), giggles, coos and ahhhhs, and just down right crazy baby talk. So thankyou, Room, for all the memories, all the stories, and all the love you provided. We will miss you.



P.S. His new room is WAY cooler....Just saying...


Byebye first home...