So you dear readers finally got a detailed account of my baby boy's arrival and first weeks in this world and then I disappeared for 6 months. I didn't really disappear though, I just had more tasks, more hugs, more life to live than I had hands to hold it or time to share it in this space. This time has been wonderful and hectic, a tiring and emotional adventure.
I never like it when this much time passes between posts because I know I am letting so many moments slip past that I would otherwise share here. I can never take enough pictures or record enough stories, mostly because I have to choose to live in the moments or merely record them. Guess which one wins out most of the time? But I want to pause now for a moment to acknowledge the fact that my baby is about to celebrate his first year with us. The next days are going to be busy with planning and preparing to celebrate that day, and if I am lucky I will have pictures and stories to post next week. It truly blows my mind that a year has gone so quickly. I have a beautiful, smart, funny, HAPPY boy. I have a walker already, a daredevil who sees no obstacles in front of him, merely things to be climbed. He grins at everyone, knows no stranger, and makes some of the goofiest faces/noises you could possibly imagine. Mister Personality could be this guy's title. He crawls like a speed demon bulldog puppy, and when he tries to meow like the cat, it sounds a little more like someone is strangling a cat. He says Momma, Dadda, Bubba, and cat. He points at everything and says "isthis?" At church, he sings during the hymns and will not let the pastor give the sermon without adding his own thoughts.
I have another big boy about to celebrate a birthday of his own in a month who is turning into quite the big brother. He is so grown up sometimes it scares me a little, and yet often still my little guy who wants to cuddle in my lap. He starts his first full year of preschool in a couple of weeks, and he is so excited to go back and see some of the friends he met in January. I can get nothing past this child, and he is as stubborn as his father, and I hate to say it but he argues as well as his mother ever did (does). He is starting to tell jokes, which are hysterically bad/funny, and he will make up songs to sing in the car about what he is doing or about to do (just like his Dad). He makes up these elaborate stories combining all of his favorite story/tv characters. He loves watching spooky kids shows, but then won't walk down the hall by himself to wash his hands or go to the bathroom. He plays Angry Birds better than I do. He is so tall and grows in such fast spurts that his joints hurt him sometimes (he gets that from his granddaddy) and unfortunately he also has the Davis clumsy gene.
These are just a few things the boys do now that make life so much fun, and occasionally such a challenge. Hopefully I can share with you dear readers a bit more often now that we are beginning a schedule of sorts, but regardless this snapshot gives you a glimpse of my great guys. I hope all is well with you, and I will see you here soon when I can.
