Love

My child is sick. And I am a basket case about it. He just has a simple head cold but to me he is ill. So ill. His eyes are red and he has a bad cough. He has lost his voice so if his sickly cry was bad before, it's miserable now.

The other day I caught myself crying over him while rocking his sweet warm body to sleep after he had been crying. I couldn't contain myself. And the reason I was crying wasn't because my baby was sick. That was part of it yes. But not all of it.

I just couldn't quit thinking about how much the Lord loves us. He sent his own son to come to us as a baby. Fully innocent yet fully knowing. And He knew that that baby was going to have to die an agonizing death. Because He loves us. He wanted a relationship with us so bad that he was willing to see it all the way through to the death of His son. I don't like it when my baby is sick and if I could take it from him I would. The amazing part is that God didn't like it when we were sick with sin and he took it from us...by way of letting His baby die. I don't want to see my child suffer. I'm sure God didn't either, but because he loves me so much it was worth it to him. The suffering ended on the cross and we now can have a relationship with Him My son can have a relationship with Him I'm glad he saw the worth in suffering.

Until now, I haven't been able to grasp that kind of love. And now that I've gotten a glimpse of it, I am forever changed.

two months old

You are two months old. And more adorable every day.

You have really discovered who you are this month. Really in the past two weeks, actually. I love watching you make a new discovery of your body every day.

*Length*

Birth: 21.5 inches

Now: 24 inches

*Weight*

Birth: 7 lbs. 9 oz.

Now: 12 lbs. 5 oz.

*Special Talents*

You are mighty good at sticking your tongue out. That is all you want to do all day long. These days when I ask you to smile you just show me your tongue. You think that is much cooler. And while it is terribly adorable right now my love, when you are 5, you better cut it out! Do you hear me?

You are also good at poking out your bottom lip when you are upset. That makes Daddy and I just melt and do whatever you want. This better stop too young man!

You are getting very good at smiling. You haven’t perfected it yet, but I will never forget this time when you are trying your best to get all your muscle to work together to give me a big grin. Oh they are my favorite.

*Crying*

This has gotten so much better! You cry, yes, but not near as much as you once did. We switched you from cow’s milk formula to soy and you are a totally different baby! You are so much happier! We like you happy. You now cry when you have a wet diaper. You hate, and I repeat HATE, wet diapers. We go through them like hotcakes around here-except not because I would hate to compare your stinky wet diapers to something as delicious as a hot cake. One day you will get to taste of their goodness.

*Sleep*

I said it last month and I will say it again…sleep? What sleep? You are on your own little schedule and you won’t deter from it. We are up at least once a night every night for a feeding and putting binky back in your mouth. I pray every night that tonight will be the night that you go all night…maybe I need to stop. Maybe I am jinxing myself. Sleep boy, sleep. Momma is tired.

*Dislikes*

Wet diapers. Momma putting you down. Burping. Pooping. Being still. Spitting up. Having your clothes changed. Wet diapers. Getting in your car seat. Being hot. Being hungry. Getting out of the bath. Shots.

*Likes*

Smiling. Being sung to. Watching TV. Emmy (your grandmother). Your swing. Prune juice. Riding in the car. The way your daddy holds you. Eating. Binky. A clean diaper. Your changing table.

Camden,

Two months have gone by since we first met. You made me a mom and at first I was terrified. The thought, “What have I gotten myself into” went through my head daily. Now I can’t think of what I ever did before you. You have made my world complete. Everyday when I come home from work and get to hold you I fall in love over and over and over again. You are perfect. I love the fact that you are a momma’s boy. Bad. When your daddy holds you, sometimes you cry. Not because you don’t like him, but because you want me. And when I get you and you stop crying…man, my world stands still. I tell you every day how handsome you are. And you are sweet boy. You are fearfully and wonderfully made by the Lord. He cares so much about you. He watches over you day and night. We will both learn one day that Momma can’t always come and scoop you up and make it all better, but God can. He can fix anything. Rely on Him as you get older. He loves you more than I do. I know because He sent His own sweet little boy to die for you. Don’t you ever forget that.

I love you.

Mommy.

(I have borrowed the layout of my monthly posts from this adorable blog.)

The many faces of bath time

Bath time is my favorite time of the day.

I get to try out all of my faces. Some are serious.

Some are silly.

Some are shocking.

Some are puckering.

Some are “I think I just tooted.”

Some are “Yep, I definitely did!”

And the rest are pouty when mom tells me its time to get out.

Thanksgiving

Since it is almost time for Christmas I figured it was time to blog about our Thanksgiving festivities.

We were so busy this year, especially with the addition of Cam Man, and it was my last week of maternity leave. The whole week was bitter sweet. I wanted to go back to work, and yet I wanted to stay home that next week. I wanted to hold my sweet baby all through his first Thanksgiving, but I wanted to share his goodness with all the family we never see. It was a time of heavy emotions for me. But Camden seemed to have cared less.

First we started in Goatville, MS (that’s not really the name of the town but I figured my father-in-law would appreciate the title) . Tuesday night was a time of resting while Camden’s grandparents got to kiss his sweet head and aunts got to hear his coo’s. I love watching them love my son.

Then on Wednesday we headed to my mom’s parent’s house. We call it The Camp. Camden met his “aunt” Kimberly (she is really my cousin but insists she be called Aunt Kim), his other 2nd cousin Alessandra, Aunt Athena, and Uncle Mike. Granny, my grandmother, got to see him for the first time since he was one week old. I was so overwhelmed with the hustle and bustle. I am still not totally over the hormonal rollercoaster so I was on edge the whole time.

I took Camden out to get some pictures but he refused to cooperate.

He began to cry just minutes after I laid him down so this is the best we got.

Then I had to pick him up because he was screaming as it we had killed his beloved sock monkey.

This Thanksgiving, I was so thankful for the two men with me. They have my whole heart. I don’t know what life was like before I met either one.

We left Granny and Grandpa’s house Thursday after lunch and headed to my Dad’s mom’s house. This was the first time she was seeing the baby so it was extra special to me. I still tear up about her reaction to seeing her first great grandbaby. She didn’t disappoint.

Maw Maw loved that sweet baby until he was good and rotten. She stole all his kisses and then stole some more. I loved getting to see how to love as a great grandmother. I pray the Lord allows me the opportunity to practice what she showed me during that time.

4 generations. Of pure dee goodness.

On Thursday night, Nate and I earned our certificate for being nuts and we went Black Friday shopping at 10 pm. We got DVD’s, Christmas presents, and clothes. It was good to get out without the baby and feel a little wild and crazy again. We were back in the house and in bed by midnight though. We didn’t want to spoil our responsible parent reputation.

On Friday my Paw Paw’s sisters came over and gave Camden even more loving. One of them even gave him the most precious gift. That’s for a blog to come very soon but just know that I was a weeping mess when it was all over with.

Friday night we were back with Nate’s family in Goatville and were resting and recouping from all the black friday crazies.

This Thanksgiving was one I will never forget. I will never take for granted all the love that surrounds me daily. I am so blessed that I have had the chance to introduce my son to so many great people. People that I strive to be like.