On going back


I thought I’d be ready to go back to work after almost a year off. I love my job; it’s rewarding, it’s challenging, and I have fantastic coworkers, but I do not want to leave my babe. He’s a peaceful kid and is, for the most part, content with coming along with us wherever we go so we’ve just brought him everywhere. The result is, save leaving him for a few hours at a time at most, him and I have spent the entirety of the last ten and a half months together.

He’s growing and learning so much right now. I’m tempted to think about all the things I’ll miss and how my heart will feel torn in two. It will be a big big change for us especially considering he is still breastfeeding and waking often at night (more on that at a later date) but I know he’ll be fine. And I’ll be fine. I am super thankful to be able to have his daddy look after him while I’m at work and seriously, does he ever have the best daddy!

So instead I’m choosing day after day (because it is a continual choosing) to enjoy the memories we’ve built and to look forward to the ones to come. I’m remembering the first time I held him and how our entire lives changed, and the first time he smiled while we were walking through Walmart (Stephen, our babe’s Aunty Britto and I stared over that stroller for a good half hour acting ridiculous and getting him to smile over and over again). I’m cherishing the all night snuggles and the lo dl los… And I’m thrilled about all the daddy son bonding to come!

So, friends, let’s hear your favorite baby memories (of your little ones or ones that aren’t so little anymore, your friend’s child, your sister, brother, cousin, grandbaby…). Bring on the laughter and the warm fuzzies!

PS. We picked up kiddo’s first birthday present yesterday… Excited to see what it will look like when it’s done! Photos to come.

so in love.
meeting my little man.
all dressed up like daddy for Christmas.
that time in walmart.
that time in walmart.
that time he didn’t fall over when i let go.
when he fell asleep holding his stuffy.
that time he picked up the spaghetti noodles one by one and dropped them off the side of his highchair before thoroughly enjoying only the meat sauce.
that time i let him into the tupperware drawer.
i’ll eat him up i love him so.

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