I adore my little guys attempts to grab my face and pull me into a kiss, his sharp nails scratching my face and piercing my eyes.
His funny little way of talking and growling while I try to get him settled for a nap. Or his happy babble only thirty minutes after his head hits the mattress.
I cherish bath time every night despite the huge puddles of water all over my kitchen from all the splashing and kicking.
I've learned to jump up with joy when I realize he's slept longer than 3 hours at night or when my husband and I successfully watch a full T.V. show at normal volume AND make it up the stairs without him waking up.
The best part of my day is when he lifts his arms up with a grin the minute I walk in the room.
And speed diaper changing at night has become a game, can I change it before he has a full out tantrum?
I'll openly admit my attitude isn't always so positive. Sometimes (ok most) all I can see are the puddles of spit up on the floor or running down my 5th shirt for the day (not to mention his 9th outfit.) or my lack of alone time and the messes piling up around the house. But the smiles and joy that he brings me are worth it. I have to constantly remind myself that most times playing with him and just letting the house work wait is so much more important. He will only be a baby for so long and he truly is a gift from God that needs to be cherished :)
Let the fun times continue!
