Time flies

I can not believe already my baby is 2months going on 3months. Where does the time go. My baby no longer fits into his new born clothes, and it makes me so sad. When I hold him, sometimes I think I just want to hold him all day and soak in all this smallness, and neediness, and just never let go. I want to capture all these moments, and never forget how precious he is. I kinda feel like in a way I have this second chance of another little Isaac, if that makes any sense. When he wakes up to be fed he makes these little noises, and does these stretches to like let me know he's waking up, without crying, but if I wait too long he will cry. In the moments when he's nursing, and even though it's late at night, and I'm tired, I just adore looking down at him laying by my side with his little curled hands by the sides of his cheeks, and these beady little eyes peering up at me, as if to say “thanks mom”. Oh how it melts my heart. When I hold him against my left shoulder and he's this little ball just snuggled up to me, I can't help but kiss him a billion times. More then that he gets this proud look as if to say my mama LOVES me. What can I say I love this boy. 

Some mile stones so far are: starting to sleep through the night for 6-7 hours at a time. Yay!

*He's a talkative little guy...has the cutest little coos and yelps.

*Smiles other then when he has gas.

*His buddy Luke and cousin Phillip where born. (Not necessarily his mile stone, but buddies his age that have come so far.)

*He did hid first giggle...for his brother of course. It was so cute. Can't wait for when he does it again.

I love seeing my family grow. Isaac just loves his baby brother. Sometimes I think a little too much. He wants to just smother him, and play with him regardless if he can play yet. He wants to be “mama”, which kinda scares me just because then I get to see how he sees me mothering. It's very humbling because I know I need to be aware of how how I'm being. I adore seeing my husband with his two sons. It just makes me smile. It takes me back to our argument when we were dating, and I wasn't very thrilled that he always talked about having boys when all I wanted was girls. I always felt in my heart though that GOD was telling me that I would one day have his boys. That was a scary thought because as a preschool teacher my boys where tough to handle. However I accepted the fact I was going to have my husbands boys, and was and is thrilled to have his boys. So when I see my husband holding our two boys I am constantly reminded of GOD's promise, and that it has been fulfilled...however I do believe GOD has also put it in my heart my desire for a baby girl...but that's for things to come. For now I just enjoy my two boys who I just can't get enough of. The joys of motherhood.