Things I Want to Remember - Night Owl

Dear Teddy,

Last night was a rough one.  You went to sleep at 8 like normal, but woke up screaming at 11.  Your daddy went in to try to comfort you, but you just kept screaming.  Then I came in and tried to get you back to sleep, but you just cried and cried.  Finally, I got you changed and put you in different PJs and went out into the living room to read books and drink apple juice.  You were happy as a clam as you searched through your stash of books to select first one, then another, then another, and another for me to read to you as the rest of the world slept.  It was Sunday night, or, more accurately, Monday morning and I had to work today.  But I suspect the days when your favorite thing to do is to be read to over and over won’t last forever.  So I want to remember how earnestly you search through those books to find the one you want, pick it up, and then proudly bring it over to me to read.  You can’t quite get up on the couch yet, so you climb and wiggle your way up to sit on the couch, cuddled into me, and we read.  Sometimes I help you up and you giggle because you know I'm going to read your books to you.  Every now and then you look up at me with your great big blue eyes as if you’re trying to figure out how this reading thing works.  Soon, no doubt, you’ll be able to read these stories to yourself. 

Reading with Daddy

Still love the Hungry Caterpillar sheets!

You finally agreed to go back to sleep after 1 am after snuggling and rocking in our chair with our pillow.  Then you were up at 7am, right as rain, and ready to play.  I'm tired today, but someday I will miss those nights with just the two of us.

I love you.

Sleepy guy.

Dear Mr. Bear,

As you continue to grow and become your own wonderful, happy, perfect little man, I keep thinking that I want to record these days together so that someday, when you’re older, I can show you how much fun we have together and how loved you are.  So I’ve decided to start this blog.  I hope that it will be a place for me to record our ordinary lives and our extraordinary days and my feelings about being your mommy while also trying to be all of the other things that I need to be in the world (a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, an attorney).

So consider this one long letter of love to you, my perfect little boy.  Through it, I hope you’ll learn how special and wonderful you are, that it’s OK and normal to struggle with things sometimes (we struggle with things all the time) and that your daddy and I will always be there for you when you need us (and when you don’t).  I’ll try to write every few days – or at least every week.  I plan to post pictures of our adventures and you as you explore the world.  I’ll also post “Things I want to remember” so that someday, when you’re older, I will have real Teddy Stories with good details to tell you and so that someday, when I’m older, I will remember each of our special ordinary days together.

I’m so lucky to be your mommy.  No one could love their son more than I love you.