Last night was the beginning of making Isaiah's room 'Isaiah's room'. While he was sleeping, Jon and I put together a cabinet for his toys, stuck Pooh wall paper stickers to it and called it a 'work of art'.
After we finished this nail breaking task, we both just stared at him, asleep, cozy, and somewhat smiling. His reddish hair glistening from the bathroom light, his skin like an Angel. Jon looked at me and said "Only when he's sleeping, huh?" Psh...you got that right. He's an amazing baby, don't get me wrong...but like the rest of us, he has his moments (days and weeks. teehee).
The last couple weeks he's been someone of a tyrant. His cry tells it all. As soon as I look away from him he screams like someone is pinching him...it's tears, snot, and that pathetic look on his face that makes it near impossible for me to get ANYTHING done. As soon as I pay attention to him he's the picture of perfection. Which of course makes it inconceivable to be angry with him.
Anyway, moving on - so we just kind of stared at him for awhile. I honestly couldn't imagine my life with out him. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. We talked about his tears, but we'll leave mine to the imagination of the other mothers out there. He's just amazing! No matter how bad of a mood I'm in, or how sad I am, his little smile and giggles seem to make it all better. I can't ever stay mad at him for keeping me awake, or for throwing carrots in the floor I JUST mopped, or speaking of, screaming his cute little head off till I pay attention to him.
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