Monday, November 26, 2007

Love story

I love Little Elvis. It amazes me everyday how much I love him. Sometimes I have to physically pick him and hug him and kiss his chubby cheeks multiple times. It's a compulsion.

At 9 and a half months, he's usually pretty happy when I swoop him up in my arms and lavish him with kisses. How long will this last?

Sometimes I just watch him chase the cats or pull up on a shelf so he can reach his aspirator, and I'm just in awe.

When he was first born, I was so enamored with him. I could hold him and stare at him and breathe him in for hours. He is so cute and sweet and loveable when he's awake, but he is truly beautiful when he's sleeping. He has his daddy's long eyelashes and a beautiful rosy complexion (not sure where he got that from, I'm the color of a ghost and Bob is also pretty pale.)

I also had this unbelievable compulsion to protect him from any and everything when he was a newborn. I still have the compulsion, (I tiptoe into his room just about every night to make sure he's alright) but my feelings have morphed and grown and become more complex.

Yes, I still want to protect my Little Elvis, but I'm so proud of him now. I call Bob and my parents several times a day, just to share whatever new or cute accomplishment he has made.

My mom got three calls today. Dad got one. And Bob got two or three.

I know I have to be annoying, but I like the sense of wonder that I have about him. I cherish him so completely.

Today, he puttered around the living room with his little walker. He can't really steer it, so I have to turn him around when he runs into a roadblock. He also found a cardboard box full of his small, noisy toys completely fascinating. And he made the angry older lady behind me in the checkout line smile. The lines were unbelievably long and he started waving at her. (His first REAL wave!)

What an amazing little boy.

3 Comments:

Blogger Lainey-Paney said...

I could have written this post. Seriously.

Others made fun of me when Gage was newborn. I would hold him & just watch him sleep for like two hour stretches. I should have been sleeping myself, but I was so in love with him. I rubbed his tiny little newborn head until my mother & husband were convinced that i'd rub all of his baby hair off. (he didn't have much to begin with, and i knew it would fall out anyway...so I didn't care).

And even now, there are times when I just have to scoop him up & lather him with kisses.
FYI: since Gage is a bit older than Little Elvis, I can tell you---they are a lot more participatory at the random kissing @ 9 months. Now that Gage is 2---he will kiss me back, but only when the mood strikes.

And calling....oh, I call my mom all the time. Gage did this. Gage said that, etc. Gage tasted this or that today...

5:20 PM  
Blogger mpotter said...

what a great post! thanks for sharing those thoughts. (tho i bet you're not alone!)

i often wonder if i'll have that in me as well.

i'm glad you're in love.
and may both of your loves continue forever!

6:53 PM  
Anonymous Dawn @ Coming to a Nursery Near You said...

he's just adorable, seriously. :)

Dawn @ Coming to a Nursery Near You.

10:05 PM  

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