My Boys
Blake born 4/24/07
My firstborn. It took a little bit of time to convince my husband that he was in fact "ready" to be a father, and then getting pregnant was a little more difficult than I would have hoped, so his arrival was much anticipated. He was a clomid baby. First time (thank goodness) was a charm. I was a blubbering mess in the delivery room. The sheer joy and excitement I felt in anticipation of finally becoming a mother had definitely gotten the best of me. As soon as he was born, my midwife laid him on my chest and I knew I had never seen anything more beautiful. My heart swelled to a size I didn't know was possible. Our lives with him the last 4 years have been nothing short of exciting. He has opened our eyes to so much we would have otherwise may never known. He made us parents. He turned 4 recently and he we got him a pedal bike (sans training wheels), to replace the balance bike without pedals he had ridden for nearly a year. He learned to ride it in just a few minutes and I could not have been more proud. Moments like that, when my kids do something for the first time and reach a milestone, I am filled with enormous pride and I am so thankful that I get to experience the wonderment of parenting.
Blake is my active child. Very active. Even in utero, if I wasn't moving, he was. As an infant, if you were holding him you also had to be moving. He walked early and talked early and he rarely sits still. Keeping up with him is no easy task. As soon as he was mobile, he rarely wanted to be held.
He is one of the most argumentative children I have ever met. I keep saying he will make a great lawyer someday. While he doesn't hesitate to give me affection, he is very much a daddy's boy. He is also very sensitive, which can make disciplining him without feeling like the wicked witch of the west very difficult. A simple "Go to time-out!," will render this poor child sobbing and completely pitiful. Either that, or I am laughing to hard to even get through my lecture with him. When I was a kid, I used to get so mad when my mother would try to discipline my brother because, while she had no problem punishing me and keeping straight face, as she would try to scold him it wasn't very long before both of them were consumed with laughter. He had this sort of sly smile that would creep across his face and his eyes would sparkle and he was completely adorable and she couldn't handle it. Blake, unfortunately for me, possesses this same smile. I am often told by those who know him that he looks a lot like my brother. Well, as it turns out the similarities don't stop there. There have been several times over the past few years where I find myself wanting to scream "AHHH! I am raising my brother!!." All that said, I wouldn't change a thing about him. He is awesome and I cannot imagine what my life would be like without him. He is a wonderful big brother to Landon and I am so excited to watch them grow and become the best of friends.
Landon born 5/21/10
Like his brother, Landon was a very desired baby. Not that most aren't, but as the song goes, we had done some "wishing, hoping, and praying" for this one. Although we were able to get pregnant without fertility enhancement measures, it did require a heck of a lot of patience and suffering through 2 absolutely devastating losses before him. Landon is a mama's boy all the way. I am never at a loss for hugs and kisses from this sweet boy. He is a lover and is always very affectionate. Landon has always been a very content baby and he rarely fusses. He too was an early walker, but unlike his brother at this age he still loves to be held and cuddled. I love to watch his face light up and listen to him squeal and laugh when he gets excited about something. That little space above his nose, between his eyebrows gets all scrunched up, just like his daddy's dose when he is laughing. Landon is the child who never tires of unravelling the toilet paper all over the bathroom and he loves to be chased all around the house. He also loves to eat and will eat pretty much anything I put in front of him. It's so funny to listen to his "mmmmmmmmm" sound he makes the whole time he eats, and watch his very calculated manner he picks up every morsel of food.
Although there is a 3year gap between them, I love to watch Landon and Blake together. Landon loves his older brother and he is always curious about what Blake is doing. If Blake is ever in his room with the door shut, Landon will stand in front of the door with a pleading look in his eyes, his hands clasped together in front of him and as soon as the door opens he is squealing with excitement. Sometimes I find Landon in Blake's room by himself. He gives me this look that seems to say "No mom, I wasn't getting into anything I wasn't supposed to and I definitely wasn't putting anything in my mouth," as he continues to rifle through whatever basket of toys he could get his hands on.
While I am definitely not in a hurry for it to happen, I look forward to see what he will be like as he grows up.
My firstborn. It took a little bit of time to convince my husband that he was in fact "ready" to be a father, and then getting pregnant was a little more difficult than I would have hoped, so his arrival was much anticipated. He was a clomid baby. First time (thank goodness) was a charm. I was a blubbering mess in the delivery room. The sheer joy and excitement I felt in anticipation of finally becoming a mother had definitely gotten the best of me. As soon as he was born, my midwife laid him on my chest and I knew I had never seen anything more beautiful. My heart swelled to a size I didn't know was possible. Our lives with him the last 4 years have been nothing short of exciting. He has opened our eyes to so much we would have otherwise may never known. He made us parents. He turned 4 recently and he we got him a pedal bike (sans training wheels), to replace the balance bike without pedals he had ridden for nearly a year. He learned to ride it in just a few minutes and I could not have been more proud. Moments like that, when my kids do something for the first time and reach a milestone, I am filled with enormous pride and I am so thankful that I get to experience the wonderment of parenting.
Blake is my active child. Very active. Even in utero, if I wasn't moving, he was. As an infant, if you were holding him you also had to be moving. He walked early and talked early and he rarely sits still. Keeping up with him is no easy task. As soon as he was mobile, he rarely wanted to be held.
He is one of the most argumentative children I have ever met. I keep saying he will make a great lawyer someday. While he doesn't hesitate to give me affection, he is very much a daddy's boy. He is also very sensitive, which can make disciplining him without feeling like the wicked witch of the west very difficult. A simple "Go to time-out!," will render this poor child sobbing and completely pitiful. Either that, or I am laughing to hard to even get through my lecture with him. When I was a kid, I used to get so mad when my mother would try to discipline my brother because, while she had no problem punishing me and keeping straight face, as she would try to scold him it wasn't very long before both of them were consumed with laughter. He had this sort of sly smile that would creep across his face and his eyes would sparkle and he was completely adorable and she couldn't handle it. Blake, unfortunately for me, possesses this same smile. I am often told by those who know him that he looks a lot like my brother. Well, as it turns out the similarities don't stop there. There have been several times over the past few years where I find myself wanting to scream "AHHH! I am raising my brother!!." All that said, I wouldn't change a thing about him. He is awesome and I cannot imagine what my life would be like without him. He is a wonderful big brother to Landon and I am so excited to watch them grow and become the best of friends.
Landon born 5/21/10
Like his brother, Landon was a very desired baby. Not that most aren't, but as the song goes, we had done some "wishing, hoping, and praying" for this one. Although we were able to get pregnant without fertility enhancement measures, it did require a heck of a lot of patience and suffering through 2 absolutely devastating losses before him. Landon is a mama's boy all the way. I am never at a loss for hugs and kisses from this sweet boy. He is a lover and is always very affectionate. Landon has always been a very content baby and he rarely fusses. He too was an early walker, but unlike his brother at this age he still loves to be held and cuddled. I love to watch his face light up and listen to him squeal and laugh when he gets excited about something. That little space above his nose, between his eyebrows gets all scrunched up, just like his daddy's dose when he is laughing. Landon is the child who never tires of unravelling the toilet paper all over the bathroom and he loves to be chased all around the house. He also loves to eat and will eat pretty much anything I put in front of him. It's so funny to listen to his "mmmmmmmmm" sound he makes the whole time he eats, and watch his very calculated manner he picks up every morsel of food.
Although there is a 3year gap between them, I love to watch Landon and Blake together. Landon loves his older brother and he is always curious about what Blake is doing. If Blake is ever in his room with the door shut, Landon will stand in front of the door with a pleading look in his eyes, his hands clasped together in front of him and as soon as the door opens he is squealing with excitement. Sometimes I find Landon in Blake's room by himself. He gives me this look that seems to say "No mom, I wasn't getting into anything I wasn't supposed to and I definitely wasn't putting anything in my mouth," as he continues to rifle through whatever basket of toys he could get his hands on.
While I am definitely not in a hurry for it to happen, I look forward to see what he will be like as he grows up.
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