Monday, February 18, 2013

A Year

How do you measure a year?

Can a year be measured in bounces?
In sh-sh-shhhing a sweet newborn boy?

Can a year be measured in rocking?  Or swings?
Sleepy yawns, eye rubs, or startle reflexes?

Bottles washed?  Ounces drank?
First sweet smiles?
Or is it measured in sibling kisses and proud smiles?

Do you measure a year in miles spent in Baby Bjorns?
Or the tightness of a swaddling blanket?
The volume of a sound machine?
Or the moments when your baby looks you in the eye?

Is it measured in ounces and pounds?
Or the minutes spent in tummy time?
Can you measure a year in baby giggles?

Do you measure a year in sleepless hours at night?
Or cuddles of a heavy sleepy head on your chest?

Do you measure a year in rolls to your back or rolls to your front?
In packages of baby food?
In green veggies eaten?  In green diapers changed?

Can you measure a year in smiles?
In hours spent crawling?
Peek-A-Boos said?
In helpful big sisters?

Can you measure a year in silly dances your daddy makes you do?
In bath water and shampoo?
How about with puffs and Cheerios falling from high chairs?
In baby rolls of fat? 

I measure a year in objects used to pull up on.
In splashes at bath time.  In balls thrown and caught.
I measure it steps taken around the couch.
And books read.

A year can be measured in clapping, didn't you know?
In Cheerios, always in Cheerios.
The cuddles too, for they are endless.
Hair "gel" and faux hawks.

Time can be measured in "ooh!'s"
In waves at friends.
And can it be measured in the first step?  
Or the multitudes of miles to come thereafter?

Can you measure a year in tickles?
In giggles?
In cries?
Can it be measured in waffles eaten?

My year can be measured in love.  
In sweet baby smiles, in the love of siblings and the pride of a big sister.
In goofy facial expressions.  I measure my year in looks given to Dustin that say, "aren't we so lucky?"
I measure a year in my sweet blue-eyed baby boy's happiness.
Always with happiness.

Happy Birthday, River Monster!

Friday, February 15, 2013

Big Riv: Day 5

From Reese:
River is: my biggie biggie
A cowboy
Splashing like crazy in the bath tub
My best friend
Like a star
Hims always smiling
Booga booga- him like that all the time
He's one
Likes cupcakes
He dumps water all over the place
He gobbles up chicken nuggets
Kicks his legs
Takes a nap
He's my brother and a chicken, mama

Her birthday wish for him is a new fish tank.

So Happy Birthday, Riv!
Love, Your Biggest Fan

Thursday, February 14, 2013

River: Day 4!

River is a sweet and loving soul. He's always been the kid who will rest his head on my shoulder or give hugs. He gestures to be held and is always happy to be held and cuddled. He just loves snugly, lovey time.

Tonight at dinner he kept feeding me and he would smile and laugh because he was so proud of his good deeds. He loves to be sweet on his parents.

He also loves his extended family. When he sees baby Kenna he nearly leaps from my arms out of excitement. He thinks she's the cutest, bestest ever. So do I. Sometimes his love is a little rough, I think Kenna would like to run the other way, but his intentions are kind-hearted even if they're a little scary in actuality.

He also loves his friends. We saw Spencer last weekend and River pointed and gave me his trademark, "ooh!" We went over and he leaned in for a hug. Seriously. It was the cutest thing. Two cute baby boys hugging before they ever know it's not manly to hug. River even went back in for a second one.

Finally River loves -more than anything- his big sister. They hug and kiss a lot. He thinks it's wildly hilarious to give her "pat-pats." They're more like smack-smacks but he means well.

So, day 4, I choose to recognize my cuddly baby. His sweet, heartfelt demeanor and his joy at trying to show love to others. Hope you remember to cuddle your mommy when you're 17 Buddy!