Wednesday, August 24, 2011

I Can't Get Enough of This Baby

I have had some seriously sweet time this the last week with Jamison. With all this free time, we are learning together how to grow in this relationship as mom and son. So far my favorite times with JO are in the early morning. This is when we get to enjoy the quiet fresh start to the day and when we get the most snuggling in. There are times I still find myself in awe that I have a son, that I am not just a wife but a mother.

Morning snuggles...


Morning cup of joe with JO!! (my mom's new phrase)



We spend some good quality time in the Moby wrap...here is a pretty sweet smile while he is sleeping! I wonder what he dreams about...I am guessing milk!


Jamison loves his play mat. Now I know that most parents think their kid is advanced (and I used to make fun of those parents). But I now know what it is like to think that!! I love watching him explore and discover new things. He loves to look at these colors and shapes dangling in front of his face. Whether he means to or not, I caught him grabbing and holding on to one of the rings :) So proud of him.


Though I can't speak for my husband, I know that he too has been enjoying Jamison. I love that James is so involved and always wanting to hold, feed, and sing to our baby boy. We gave Jamison his first bottle a few days ago and now James has the privilege of doing the last feeding before baby J goes down for the night...well until he is hungry again! This picture melts my heart...I will never underestimate the role a father plays in a son's life. Babe you are an incredible father. I am so fortunate to partner with you in raising our precious boy together.


1 comment:

Susanne said...

Oh my gosh! I love this!! The joys never end, my friend...each day they are so new and wonderful!!!

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