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Things I Don’t Want to Forget: 10 Months

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+ The way you lay your head in the crook of my neck anytime someone says hi and you’re feeling bashful.

+ How fast you can crawl when you really want something. And how funny it is.

+ The sleepy little giggles you give me after I put you in bed and then push my nose against your cheek and kiss you.

+ All the food in your hair. Every single meal you restyle your hair, using steak or oatmeal or applesauce as your styling gel.

+ Your sweet smile when I pull out The Going to Bed Book at naptime and bedtime.

+ When you’re all done eating and you clap your hands because you know there is something with your hands to signal you’re done, but clapping seems to get the job done.

+ The teething snuggles.

+ The way you fight so hard to get away from me when I need to change your diaper.

+ How cute your face is when you’re trying out standing on your own.

+ I’m pretty sure you’re calling everything “this” right now and I love it.

+ Imitating Harry. All day every day. Now if only we could get him to talk anything but babytalk or screams to you.

+ How happy you were at the top of Pinnacle Mountain after our hike up there.

+ Everyone is always impressed with how much you eat. I never want to forget that. You eat more than your brother!

+ The bath splashing.

+ Your arm hooked around mine, your hand hanging on tight in case I dare try to put you down.

+ All of your pacifiers and sometimes your bunny getting chucked over the sides of your crib every time you’re in there.

+ The way you snuggle right up to your bunny when it’s time to sleep.

+ How it feels when you lean back on me to read before you go to sleep.

+ You “brushing” your teeth.

+ How much you don’t feel like a baby anymore, but you definitely don’t feel like a kid yet either. You’re in between and I love it and I hate how fast it’s going, but I’ll say this much: Every day is my favorite with you.

xoxo Mama

Things I Don’t Want to Forget: 8 Months

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+ Your thin, but long, swoopy hair and how light it is.

+ The “warning laugh.” You may be laughing now, but it’s going to turn bad in a minute.

+ The sweet way you lay your head on my shoulder when someone new is talking to you. Shy boy.

+ How you love to go on solo runs with me and just take it all in.

+ The singing. I love your little voice.

+ The way you never want to stop moving. You always want to be watching something.

+ How independent you already are.

+ Yet, how much you want me nearby all the time.

+ The way you throw yourself into my arms when someone else has been holding you for a while.

+ How happy and content you are when you’re playing with someone else, but the minute you see me the “warning laugh” emerges.

+ How happy and content you are.

+ The whispy hairs on the back of your head.

+ How much food you put away. So much food.

+ The way you love me. And how much I love you. So much it almost hurts.

xoxo Mama

Things I Don’t Want to Forget: 7 Months


+ The babbling. I could listen to you practice talking all day.

+ Your “Sup?” nod.

+ Your deep, slow bow. And the way you keep eye contact out of the top of your head the whole time.

+ The little noises you make when you wake up and realize you rolled over onto your stomach in the middle of the night and you don’t want to be like that anymore.

+ How much you want to see the world and everything around you.

+ The way you practically throw yourself at me when I walk up after someone else has been holding you.

+ Your pouty lip.

+ The way you feel in the middle of the night after you’ve fallen back to sleep nursing. Heavy and limp, warm and big, with your sweet cheek smooshed into my arm.

+ What a champ you were on our very busy trip to Colorado.

+ This gummy smile. I don’t think we’ll have it much longer.

+ The way your whole face crinkles when you smile. I hope you never lose that.

+ How much you love food, meat specifically, and even more specifically, steak.

+ Nursing. You’re already showing signs of losing interest in the name of solid food, and though I know you still need me, I’m starting to feel the loss already.

+ Your apparent left handedness. I wonder if it’ll stick!

+ The sucking on your bottom lip.

+ The way you light up, calm down, or simply listen when you hear the piano.

+ Your enthusiasm when you get to play the piano.

+ Your insistency that you must have whatever food I’m eating.

+ These days when Harry is at school and you and I have a quiet, slower pace, just the two of us. I love you Boss.

xoxo Mama

Things I Don’t Want to Forget: 6 Months


+ “Mamamamama” and the way your lips keep moving even when you’re done talking.

+ That hug you give me every time I pick you up from the changing table.

+ Your goofy grin and how your whole mouth opens as wide as can be when you’re happy, which is about 90% of the time.

+ Waking up next to you, our foreheads together.

+ How brave you are when I wash your hair.

+ You eating. You love solids, dude. And the very first time you ever had steak – you sucked on it, chewed it to pieces, and rubbed it all over your face.

+ How happy you are when I come into your room after a nap.

+ The way your whole face lights up when your brother enters the room.

+ How hard you were laughing with Harry when he was “nom noming” you.

+ Your little Irish jig in the exersaucer.

+ Your whispy hairs.

+ These sad yell-cries you do when you’re sick and uncomfortable.

+ The way your body shakes just the slightest bit right when you wake up. Like you’re slowly coming out of a dream.

+ How I know you’re asleep in your crib when you roll over onto your side and tilt your face up.

+ The way you explore right now. You’re very interested in the world around you and love to play with everything within your reach.

+ Your laugh. Oooh, your laugh.

+ The way your head feels on my shoulder when you’re really, really tired (which is about the only time you put it there).

+ Your sweet little smile when I wear you. Everytime you look up into my face you smile like it’s the coolest thing ever that we get to hug while we walk around.

+ Sink baths.

+ The two to three inches of skin popping out of pretty much every pair of pants you own. I swear they fit you just yesterday.

+ Your intense interest in the piano.

+ How your left hand seems to be dominant. I wonder if it’ll stay that way.

+ The months we’ve had as “young baby.” They’re coming to a close and it’s bittersweet to me. I love watching you grow and discover the world around you, but I can’t believe you’re not my tiny little boy anymore. I love you buddy.

xoxo Mama

Happy Birthday Harry (Three Years!)

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I remember January 9, 2013 like it was yesterday. I remember the excitement, the trepidation, the pain, and then the extreme elation. The joy that I’d never known before. The immense love. The love that stopped me in my tracks. The day I became a mom.

My buddy is three years old now. He’ll tell you. He’s “free.” He’ll hold up three fingers, after pushing down two with the other hand, and smirk proudly. He’s a big boy – maybe even bigger than he realizes. He still holds that part of my heart that he stole so many years ago.

His voice is sweet and high pitched. I never want to forget the way it sounds, especially when he says “I love you, Mama!” like he’s asking a very exciting question. His big feet are always out of shoes, out of socks. His hair is still as unruly as ever and I love it. Somehow, he smells fruity all the time.

He loves trains and planes and busses. He adores animals — stuffed, plastic, and breathing. Puddles are magnets to him. And he loves to quote all things Star Wars. In fact, he just loves all things Star Wars. Han Solo is often doing naughty things in our house, yet somehow Harry is the only one to ever see him.

He takes apart my house daily and it breaks my heart in such a great way when I find something he put away for me. Books backwards, shoes piled on other shoes, toys tossed next to baskets. He tells me often he wants to “take apart houses and then put them back together to make them prettier.” He loves Fixer Upper, and Marley & Me, and Elf, and Thomas.

He’s sweet as can be. Sometimes he engulfs me in a bear hug. When his brother is upset, he’ll often go over to give him his monkey, or sing him a song, or just tell him everything is okay. He holds my hand without my coaxing. He is the most sensitive little boy and his empathy levels are off the charts.

He’s curious. Always taking things apart, asking for help to put them back together. He wants to know why, how, when, where. He loves to talk things through. You can almost see the gears in his head moving.

This little love is my heart. He shares it, of course, but woah I love him. He is growing into such an amazing little boy. A boy I am proud of and a boy I hope his brother will learn from. A boy who reminds me a lot of his father, who I loved first. I feel so lucky to be along on this ride and I honestly can’t wait to see what’s in store for three.

I love you Harry, happy birthday!

xoxo Mallory