CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

It is interesting to me to think about how innocent and wonderful a baby has made our lives. I never thought going into last Christmas season that here would we would be celebrating Christmas with our perfect little baby boy. Who this year has only brought joy and happiness in our lives, even when the little stinker won't go to sleep or throws up on my clothes right as I am ready to walking out the door. And so are his crazy parents who are playing this game of parenthood step by step wondering how we can be the best parents and hoping that we don't mess up his life. Even though thi s year he is just almost 3 months old, it will still be exciting to wake up on Christmas morning, getting him up and running downstairs to see what's under the tree from Santa. In reality it's all for us and the memories of his first Christmas with many, many more to come but I am more excited this Christmas then I have ever been since I can remember. It seems like I am counting down the minutes until we can tear open the presents that we bought him and even though I know what they are, the excitement in my eyes will only make him smile, which in turn will melt my heart. He is innocent and kind that making him smile everyday is my goal and to hear him laugh or talk to me in an unknown language makes me want to hold him close to my heart and love him in a way that I never knew until the birth of my little angel.

So when everyone is opening their gifts on Christmas morning, I will be soaking up every minute and cherishing those "little" moments that come with being mommy even if he is only smiling because in his mind he is thinking....are these really my parents??

WE'VE BECOME ONE OF THOSE FAMILIES.....

We'll it's funny how in an instant things change and how your life changes and you become "one of those families". When Bryan and I use to go out to a restaurant we use to always get stuck sitting next to one of those screaming kids who all through dinner their parents didn't seem to hear them yelling, kicking and screaming and I thought not my kid....we'll here we are with our precious little angel and although ninety percent of the time he is really good, he has his moments. It seems those moments come right when you least expect it, like in a restaurant right when you are taking your first bite of hot tasty food. Then here it comes, the scream that goes through you like fingernails down a chalkboard. And I always wondered why people that had kids like that went out to eat? Now I have finally realized that they do it to keep their sanity and to enjoy themselves, even if their precious little angel is shreaking like you just took his favorite toy away or he lost his best friend.

So I have become to have a respect and understanding for those parents that at one time I looked over at them like what the heck is wrong with you bringing your "bad" child out in public because I have now been in their shoes. When the child starts screaming you just want to curl in a ball and die because everyone must be looking at you, when really only a few don't understand the rest of us are looking at you out of sympathy knowing we all have been there. So the next time I hear a screaming child and it's not mine I just want to say we all are "one of those families" and no worries once the child figures out no one cares if they throw a fit or not, they will stop and you can finally enjoy that tasty, hot...we'll warm bite you craved.

We have all been there and those that haven't, one day you will and you'll understand what I mean when you become one of those families.