Oh the places we shall go

Oh my stars. Hayden is crawling. Well, let me be honest. That's a bit of an over statement. He doesn't actually crawl in the conventional sense. No, my little creative baby does a hop, skip, leap. It looks cute and tiring all at the same time. It does, however, get him places and it makes him a very happy little man. Now when the toy elephant with the red bird on it's back and wheels for legs takes off across the living room play mat with it's zebra, hippo, and giraffe in tow, he flashes a smile that says, "Ah ha, elephant. I shall follow you into your musical jungle and bring with me my slobber stained hands to stop you in your tracks." (No elaboration there...)

The only down fall to his newly found frog abilities is that I find myself about 70% 99.9% of the time following him in his little trail of terror. And oh the places he will go.

Getting into presents that are *shock* not for him...

or finding mommy's personal belonging for her under the couch

Or deciding that he just HAD to watch the newest episode of Glee

Or running off to play peek-a-boo

Yes, my little adventurous man is into everything. And as tired as I am running around all day trying to keep up.... keep exploring little man. You have the whole world at your fingertips.

But I must say, nothing...absolutely nothing is better than the fact that he loves to chase the cat.

And now I present to you...the stand off

*Ooohhh whooo ow whooo ooow*

*Wha wha wha*

(tumble weed rolls)

*Oooohh whooo ow whooo ooow*

*wha wha WHAAA*

It's a western showdown y'all...

(100 bonus points to the person who understood that and is currently humming it in their head)

Maybe I should have titled this the rear end post, since that is apparently all you see. So here you go, his sweet face



Peas, love and carrots. Until we blog again.

Adam

Happy Birthday, Adam. You are such an amazing father. Every time this little boy sees you, that smile lights up and I know he loves his daddy. I am amazed every passing day by how much our little man looks and acts just like you. I know he will turn out to be the most incredible person having someone like you to lead him in life. I never could have dreamed to have had a sweeter baby and a sweeter man. We love you so much.

It's very late and I am exhausted. Tonight, I will not get much sleep either. My body hurts and my brain needs a recharge. The thought of the morning is the most dreaded thing to phathom right now.






But then I remembered...





I get to wake up this face...





And suddenly morning can't get here fast enough...

As a new parent, I am beginning to think a lot about the future. I wonder everytime we start something new if I am doing the right thing in Hayden's best interest. So far, he seems to be a happy baby, but I know I am not perfect and there will be mistakes. I also know that someday, in the far...Far...FAR distant future (ok, maybe not so far) when my little baby grows up, he will make those choices and decisions for himself. But for now, I will continually strive to choose the paths for him that will further him in life.

But still those questions emerge about what he will do: Will he play T-ball like mommy hopes or football like daddy? Will he be kind to people and understand compassion? Will he be the sweet gentleman his daddy is? Will he answer the great question, "What came first the chicken or the egg"? Will he travel the world and be famous? Will he climb Mount Everest? Will he like the mountains and being an Aggie like we are conditioning him to be? (c: Or will he break our hearts and go to t.u.? I don't know what the future holds and what my child will choose to do, but for now, we are exploring some options...

Like whether or not engineering is in his future, as he figures out how to arrange and solve puzzles that are far beyond my understanding.




And trying out motivational speaking, where he can challenge people to change their lives for the better.

Maybe he might become a concernt pianist. Johann Von Hayden...He does have German heritage...

Or play in a rock and roll band!!!! ROCK FOR LIFE!

We also dabble from time to time in fashion. The kid has always loved blue. Dolce and Baby anyone?

Maybe he will be a comedian and have everyone in fits...well, he already does that for mommy!

And let's just hope he doesn't become a nudist...

Well whatever he does, I just hope he continues to be this sweet boy I know him to be. I love you little man. You rock my whole world!

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...

Hayden's 6 month photo session

Well, we are movin' and groovin'. It seems that seven months snuck up on us a little quicker than we anticipated. That pesky thing called time never really knows the appropriate moments to speed up and when to slow down. Lately it's been going all too fast. It hit me the hardest this week as I fed him his first green beans. GREEN BEANS!! You heard me right? It was *real* food. "Big boy" food. And honestly, I got weepy. You stupid green bean. You made momma get all teary eyed....


But with that time has also come a whole new perspective. I remember feeling so lost when I brought Hayden home from the hospital. I was convinced that my life as I knew it was over. And of course, life "as I knew it" was over. But I never anticipated the life ahead of that and all I would learn. For instance, the knowledge I would aquire knowing that if he stops dead in his tracks from a happy nonchalant playtime into a massive screaming fit around 10am, he's ready for a nap. The childlike curiosity I would remember from watching him in the tub reach for the water stream from the faucet to ensure that, for the hundreth time, he can still put his hand through it. The innocence he exhibits when he pulls every piece of paper off the coffee table onto the floor and then proceeds to flash a big proud grin combined with a full hearted belly laugh. Or learning that love is so deep, that he can be almost passed out asleep on my shoulder at night, but instantly wide awake in awe and smiles when he hears his daddy walk through the door from work. And all those moments far exceed the life I lived before.



All that in a short 7 months. I love this kid.



So I celebrated this passing of time and the first half year of his life by taking him to get his pictures taken. The photographer will never exactly understand what she has given me, but it's such a precious gift. It's a moment in time that I will never forget.


So here's to half a year, and here's a few samples from his day:



Hayden's business casual






My little bear





In his Aggie overalls that daddy got him





Just missing his cup of coffee and a news paper (yes, that's me behind him)





His first album cover (c:





Mommy, pa-pa-pa-lease.... (Sure, whatever you want!!)

Haybear

You got a little something right..there...