I wanna scream "I love you" at the top of my lungs

What is so great about being a stay at home mom, anyway? I was thinking about this the other day while on a walk with my good friend Jessica, who is expecting her first baby in November. She's in the process of getting her PhD, so won't be home for long, but I realized while walking and talking about babies that all I seem to do is focus on how hard this is. How much harder it is than I ever believed it could be. How much more stressful, more exhausting.

I was shot down by your love

Usually posts with this label are texts I've sent to Kurt about things Liam does during the day when Kurt is at work and Liam and I are at home, but this one is from last night while my friend Carol and I were out for a walk and Kurt and Liam were hanging out at home:

I'm eating something rice based, and Liam skips over to me and says (very clearly), "daddy? I want some"

I'm blown away

And then, he comes back a second later and I ask "do you want some more?"
"Yes peese" (again, clear as a bell)

“To answer your as yet
unasked question…I have
no idea what is in Liam’s
hair.” 

 

7 am, the usual morning lineup

When Kurt and I got married, we didn't have a lot of money. We paid for the wedding ourselves with some help from our families after saving for a year and a half. We wanted to go on a honeymoon and with the help of our generous wedding guests we were able to go to London and stay at a family friend's flat. We had a fantastic time and I will always treasure the memories of that trip, but sometimes it makes me weirdly sad that we didn't get many wedding gifts and don't have, say, wedding china or dishes that we can say, "Oh, so-and-so gave us this for our wedding."

"Liam spotted and helped
me rescue one of his bugs
from under his crib. Then
he lay on the floor and
made his two bugs kiss.
This is complete with
making kissing sounds."