We recently celebrated our little boy’s first birthday. I suppose that means he is a toddler now and not a baby, but most days a baby is who I see. Even as the teeth continue poking through tender gums and he drinks from a straw, still, a baby. My baby.
He began walking a week before his 10 month birthday and has been unstoppable since then. If it’s any indication of his personality, we will always be two steps behind trying to keep up.
One of the best moments are in the morning, when he is standing in his crib with a sleepy smile, ready for some snuggles and singing. It’s strange to think some day he will outgrow all this, and there may come a time where I never cuddle or kiss him again. I don’t want to believe that day will come.
This is our life right now. We’re still farming and gardening and even camping, but mostly, we’re cuddling and chasing and kissing the sweetest little boy in our world.
I feel really lucky.
This first time mother thing has been a ridiculous joy.
I share happy photos and moments on social media, and even in my effort to “keep it real”, I find I have so little to complain about. How did I get so lucky?
In one month he will be a year old.
I’ve been told often it goes by fast, savor the moments, soak up the cuddles… and any other common saying that flows from well-intentioned mouths to new mothers.
And it’s all true. I’ve had to discover this for myself, but it’s true. I am thrilled to know what is meant by those words, finally.
I am also realizing it’s not the birthdays that measure their warp speed development for a mother.
It’s the exchanging 9 month for 12 month clothing in their dresser, or the moment you realize they no longer need to be rocked to sleep, but can do it on their own. Or when they throw their head back like a wailing widow because you won’t let them have your cell phone. When did you stop being my baby? We just brought him home, didn’t we?
There are enough photos stacked on our desk to fill two albums, enough toys in the living room for ten kids, and he’s not even one.
A ridiculous joy.
If you think about your interactions with your baby—you smile, he smiles; you tilt your head, he tilts his head; then you laugh and he bursts into peals of laughter—it is easy to picture this as a dance. This leading and following is teaching your child much about social interaction, not to mention the beginnings of conversational rules. What a dance! – Leap Frog
Dancing with my baby has been one of the most joy-filled experiences of my life. I’m not much of a regular dancer, but this dance, I can do without fear or self-awareness. It’s a pure, ridiculously happy, tired, exhausting and worth-it dance.
Happy seven months to the love of our lives.
My boy is 4 months old.
My boy is the most beautiful thing in the entire world.
He loves his toes and loves to smile and is surprised by his laughs and then by his sneezes.
He thinks momma is funny when she’s not trying to be.
He thinks daddy is silly and he is, which is one of the reasons momma loves him.
We are forever momma and daddy, and in the evenings and baby is asleep, Country Man will say he’s never been so happy and I couldn’t agree more.
Our boy, how we love him.
And he’s turned 4 months old.
First snow, not so sure
Loving his feet
Our sweet baby boy, Theo, made his debut July 31.
It was a beautiful labor and delivery; I can’t complain about it one bit. I’ve heard my share of horror stories, but mine wasn’t one thankfully.
We are so in love and have enjoyed almost every second of watching him grow. We especially love watching him grow while he sleeps, if you know what I mean.
One of my favorite things about having him home are seeing the love of those around us toward Theo. His grandparents, the neighbors, our siblings and friends. It makes me so happy to see him well-loved. He is surrounded in love, what more could I ask?
For now we are still learning about this little guy, and I suppose we always will be.
First day home
Can’t wait for all of our adventures together.
Bowie is the puppy of the fur bunch. Although she’ll be seven this year, technically middle-aged, she doesn’t seem a day over one.
We just wuv her and she makes us talk funny and she might be a little adored.
Today I decided to take out the camera and capture close-ups of her brown eyes and button nose, because some day I will miss being able to kiss this face anytime I want.
Puppy Chow Face
Camera Time is Boring
Sitting on your lap = win
Not even trying, just naturally cute.
What a patient girl. She was rewarded with scratches for allowing me to be in her face like that.
What a rainy Sunday.
Country Man is feeding cattle and I am refereeing wrestling yorkies who think the perfect arena is by my feet.
Our garden is planted and I even snuck in wildflowers as a border.
But the most important happening around here is…
…. we are expecting a baby boy in July!
This baby has been a long time coming and we couldn’t be more thrilled.
I can’t wait to see the pups with him. I hope they all like each other because I don’t know what to do with the baby if they don’t (haha!).
Tobi is ready to resign her role as main subject, but as long as she’s the most cooperative, her modeling days are far from over.
The nursery is ready to decorate but have to wait on things like new windows to get to the fun part. I’ll update that later when it’s finished.
All in all everything has been going well and we’re excited to be in the home stretch and to share this part of our journey with you.
What’s going on with you?
This post isn’t about me.
It’s about everyone else who blogs consistently and is making me look bad.
No reason for this image except that it makes me laugh
I hope things are well with you. Not a whole lot new around here. The cows are still mooing and my Country Man is readying himself for calving.
Plan to update with photos over the weekend. Subjects in this sunny weather always look better than the gloomy winter ones.
We’ll see you soon.
Until then, what’s going on with you?
Sometimes this is my morning view.
The Buffalo, who mostly ignores me, stands tall with his head held high.
It’s like he knows he is a rose among thorns. If cattle were thorns, that is. Which they’re not of course. But the Buffalo stands out, nonetheless.
I get the sense his understanding of his heritage goes beyond the horns and faraway eyes, as if he’s aware that not that long ago his kind were driven off cliffs to be eaten and worn.
A couple hundred years later, he’s on a farm in South Dakota in a pen with the bulls.
I haven’t even tried to drive him off any cliffs yet.
Either way, he’s a pretty amazing creature.
Not a bad view from the window I’d say.
We came. We saw. We were ready for home. I guess we’re lifers. Until next time!