And today, I was thankful

Somedays are stressful. Somedays you just want to rip your hair out. Somedays you just want to lock yourself in the bathroom for a few minutes and scream.

I do too. And then I see this face, and it somehow all dissolves.



And it blows my mind how much that face has changed in the past twenty months. He went from a newborn to an infant in the blink of an eye.



We worked on rolling over, sitting up, crawling. We watched The Backyardigans.



Then he turned a year old and was a TODDLER. And everyday, it seems, he's getting bigger. I remember when 'dog' was the ONLY thing he'd say. And now he talks nonstop, and shows us everyday how smart he is. He has the cutest rituals, like hugging Mommy and Daddy several times before bed. He get such a kick out of going potty. He loves kissing his Mimi goodbye.



And I thank God everyday I have this little 'surprise' miracle. I thank God that David and I have what we have both wanted: a family. And while we would love to add on in the future, I won't feel any less complete if we don't/aren't able to. For a lot of people, an unexpected pregnancy is a challenge, a dent in a lifeplan, an unwanted nuisance. I am thankful to have a partner who thinks like I do. We take every so-called challenge head on, and together. We have taken every obstacle we have been given and turned it into something positive. We've become closer in the process.

I love him more today than I ever have. And together, with love we made the most kick ass little boy, and I am so blessed to get to be his mother. Everytime he calls me 'Mommy', my heart swells with so much love.

Now, if only he'd quit growing for a little while!

We won the RSV lottery again!

Thankfully, our daycare has starting giving credit if your child misses an entire week. So next payday, we only pay for a week, instead of two. Good news in the midst of chaos!

Matthew is OBSESSED with taking a bath. He started in on me this morning, and I kept saying no. Not because I like my child being filthy and smelling like an old sock, mind you, but because he's had so many vapor baths in the past 48 hours I'm afraid his skin is drying out. Not only does he not give a shit, he's pointing at the tub screaming, 'BATH! BATH! BATH!' incessantly. Finally I scream back at him, 'ALRIGHT!' and start running water. What? It's not like he was asking for crack cocaine.

He doesn't understand the concept that sleeping will help him feel better. It will also allow me some time to myself to drink coffee and attempt sanity. And maybe give him a neb treatment. (Which makes him giggle and scream, 'It's my medicine!') Hell, I'd like to take a nap too! Child, quick waking me up at 7:30 screaming for a cereal bar!

On top of the RSV, he had an ear infection which means fever. Not just ANY fever, but 'Matthew fever'. 'Matthew fever' is any fever > 104, but usually >105.