Happy Birthday Finn!

My sweet little mama's boy! How fast these past two years went! I can't believe what a tiny little man you've become right before our eyes! It's funny now to look at you and wonder how on earth you haven't been part of my life longer, but the truth is I think you have always been a part of my life. It's fitting that you were born in December as you truly are the sweetest gift.

When I was a little girl I always knew I wanted to be a Mom, when I found out I was pregnant I loved you immediately. You were a part of me, you were my sweet baby. I didn't think my heart could possibly be filled with anymore love. And then you were born. I remember staring at you in absolute awe. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I could not believe you were mine. You were my baby. I love you sweet boy, I love you so much that at times it hurts.

I am so proud of who you are. You are hilarious, you make us laugh every single day.  I love how you are so sweetly mischievous. I love how you have such a distinct personality already at the tender age of two. I love how you are a tiny clone of your Daddy. I love how you grab my hand and say "I love you Mama!" My heart almost explodes. You are such a perfect mix of tiny rambunctious toddler and gentle old spirit. I cannot wait to see what your beautiful life has in store for you.

I hope so many good things for you. I pray that you always know happiness, that you follow your dreams and continue to have that sparkle in your beautiful blue eyes. I pray that your sweet spirit continues to grow and you thrive in life. But most of all I pray that you know and feel just how much you are truly loved. You are so very precious to me and I couldn't imagine my life without you.

Thank you for being my sweet angel baby. Thank you for making me a Mom. The truth is baby, the second you were born, I became who I was supposed to be. I love you Finn. Happy Birthday.

Love, Mama

where did my baby go?

It is becoming more and more apparent everyday that my sweet little baby is quickly turning into my sweet, rambunctious little boy. This is a bittersweet realization for me, as I'm sure it is for most parents.
When Finn was born I couldn't help but think of all the fun things we could do when he was older and all of the things we would teach him. Now that he is older, sometimes I just want that tiny, fuzzy little furnace back. Although I would pay big to have him teeny tiny again (so he will sit still when I maul him with kisses like he used to) I absolutely adore the age that he is at right now! He is the funniest, most curious, fearless little thing I have ever seen.

Here are just a few things the Finnster has been up to lately:

• He constantly has little conversations with himself in his own tiny man language and expects everyone to know exactly what he is saying and you should fully expect to hear it from him if you don't respond.
• He will NOT touch snow. I tried to get him to eat it and he outright refuses. I know parents are supposed to be against that kind of thing but every kid has to do it right?
• He is the ultimate master of destroying a clean space. I'm serious, 30 seconds is all this kid needs. I will be surprised if he does not grow up to work on a one man wrecking crew 
• If and when he falls down he will proceed to tell you about it and make sure you know. At least 20 times.
• He is currently obsessed with coins and keeps safe guard over is "moneys".
• My baby is a major Mammas boy and I love it. He has recently started calling me Mommy instead of Mamma. It is the cutest thing in the world.

Our sweet boy is such an amazing, fun, happy blessing and we could not be more in love with him! 

Heres to hoping he stays little forever.

he doesn't care.

I suppose if you were a fly on the wall in my house you would see that there is a lot going on around here. Some of it for the heavy hearted, some of it exciting and good.

You would see my sweet boy running around, leaving a path of destruction behind him and then stop and stare at something in complete wonder as if he's never seen it before.

And there I am, running after him, hair a mess, as I mentally add things to my continuously growing to do list.

I am standing at the sink now, quickly washing the dishes as he is pulling at my pant leg. And I tell him "Just a minute baby, I'm almost finished"

And then I realize, he doesn't care. He doesn't care that there are dishes to wash or laundry to fold. He just wants his Mamma.

And at night as the day winds down and the house is quiet, I rock my sweet baby to sleep. As I wade through toys I can feel his head growing heavy against my chest as he relaxes into me, I can hear the sweet sounds of his breathing getting deeper and I feel as if I might actually burst, having to contain this love.

If you were a fly on the wall in my home, you would see that right now, this is all that matters. Just this.