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Kellen-
My little guy—I can’t believe you are 2 years old. It seems like yesterday your daddy and I were bringing you home from the hospital, completely terrified. We spent those first 3 months in a fog of formula, diapers, and no sleep. We cuddled you when you’d let us and watched you grow every day. I feel like we just did the birthday thing yesterday and here we are, celebrating again. Sometimes I wish I could bottle you up and keep you this way

I have been having a hard time communicating with you. I guess what it is, is I want to rush through stuff, and you want to take your time. When you put your clothes on, you want to pick and choose your outfit. And sometimes you want to put everything on yourself. You do not want any help from me. So, sometimes it takes a while, and if I grab your shirt, move it, or do anything to help you, you scream at me, and start over again. It can get very tiring. Sometimes it takes ten minutes just to get your shirt on.

Everything must be done your way, right down to the color of the bowl or sippy cut that you use. If you don’t get it exactly how you want it, you scream. And scream. And, while you’re screaming, I’m showing you every single color bowl or cup until I find the right one—the right color for you. Sometimes I think it’s because you are not quite talking yet. Other times, I think it’s just you–your personality. And, I will admit, it has been hard on us. Frustrating for us and frustrating for you.

Everyday is an adventure with you. You have become such a ham, making us all laugh, then you die laughing yourself. Like you know exactly what you were doing all along. You’re sweetness shines through so brightly. Every morning we have our snuggle time in the bed or on the couch. And you pull me close to you and wrap your arm around my neck and we lay there until your ready to get up. I, though, am never ready for it to end.

With that said, I cannot imagine my life without you. When I’m frustrated from my day, I can come home and see your smiling face. When I think there is no good left in the world, I look over at you and your innocence and my faith is renewed. You have made me a better person—you have made me a mom.

 
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Posted by on April 23, 2010 in Uncategorized