some late night ramblings...

It's pretty late and I just put a sleeping Jack back in his crib. He's not feeling so great and is in one of his rare, sleepy, I-just-want-to-be-held moods. As I sat on the couch with him on my chest, I couldn't help but feel both grateful and sad. My kids make me so happy. They are so precious and I truly treasure every minute with them (maybe not always during the minute, but at some point it eventually gets treasured). But it makes me sad that the time passes so quickly. I don't want to forget the funny things they say or the quiet moments in which you just know that they love and trust you. I have never professed to be a "baby" person, but lately I have felt that my babies are growing up way to fast. 

So I am here at my computer trying to capture the moments that I know I will forget in a few years.

A funny moment: Today, Jack was climbing on some furniture and fell off of it pretty hard. Jack is a firm believer in the healing power of a mother's kiss, so although he was crying pretty hard, he let me hold him and kiss his "ouchies." When he had calmed down enough to communicate, he asked me in a sad but hopeful voice "Daddy home?" I told him that daddy was not home but would be home soon. The tears welled and his faced scrunched up for another round of crying as he said (in the saddest, sweetest, most broken-hearted little voice I have ever heard) "oh man..."

I am aware that only I can fully appreciate that little story. But I just thought it was the saddest, sweetest thing. This boy just loves his daddy. 

Here are some pictures of the little guy during bath time. And although this is a private blog, I hope Caton will approve of the level of "nakedness."