It's been almost two years since the Lord blessed us with Cale.
Two years since we became a family of four, two years since we were introduced into the wonderful world of a "boy" and two years since our hearts grew yet a little bit more and we all learned to love in a whole new way. I learn something new about our little man everyday. Some things I've always known- like how kind-hearted and sweet he is, how much he loves his momma, wants to do everything his sister does and literally and figuratively wants to walk in Matt's shoes.
I never wrote about this, but only days after we had brought him home from the hospital I had layed down with him to take a nap. We were laying face-to-face and he was looking at me directly in the eyes. He was only days old, but had been holding his head up since day one! Well, he obviously couldn't crawl or scoot, but he used that "big" head and started moving toward me till we were nose-to-nose. Then, he fell asleep. He's been going to sleep like that ever since. It melted my heart then and still does everytime I think about it. He's changed a lot since then. Most days I can't grasp how much and I often wish I could slow it down.
The tubes have done wonders. When people said he would be a new kid they weren't completely off base. But, he wasn't so much different as he was just more alert and his vocabulary and clarity excelled immediately. He still has his own way of saying certain things...one of the many differences in boys and girls, I guess. But, as a mom we learn what these "words" mean. He drinks his juice out of a Toy Story sippy cup...he loves Toy Story. Today, in the back seat he was chanting, "Momma, Fwoody." I didn't know what he was trying to tell me and finally in all his frustration he yells, "Duice!" OH! You want Woody, you want juice and I handed him the cup. Yes, it's challenging at times, but I love learining how his mind works.But the boy has a purpose and sometimes it surprises me when certain things come out of his mouth.
He's busy, he's active, he's into everything. And, I don't know what's more exhausting- following him around or watching his mind work. You can almost see him thinking. He walks with a purpose. People who don't even know him can tell that right away. There is a reason he goes from point A to B and he knows what that reason is way before he leaves point A. He repeats everything Ella says immediately after she says it. I thought this would irritate her- it doesn't. When he brakes something he comes to you with what is broken in his hands saying, " I bwaked it." But, it's not what he "bwaked" that you should be worried about. It's when he comes to you and says, "I ficked it," that you should start worrying. See, "ficked" means "I had something in my hand that I found a place, crevice or hole to put it in and it's now gonna cost around $200 to fix". For example, the afrin bottle flushed down the toilet and the plastic playskool knife in the central vac suction tube were all "ficked" by Cale. I FINALLY figured out what this means. Now, when he comes to me and says, "I ficked it," I know to start looking!
Two years since we became a family of four, two years since we were introduced into the wonderful world of a "boy" and two years since our hearts grew yet a little bit more and we all learned to love in a whole new way. I learn something new about our little man everyday. Some things I've always known- like how kind-hearted and sweet he is, how much he loves his momma, wants to do everything his sister does and literally and figuratively wants to walk in Matt's shoes.
I never wrote about this, but only days after we had brought him home from the hospital I had layed down with him to take a nap. We were laying face-to-face and he was looking at me directly in the eyes. He was only days old, but had been holding his head up since day one! Well, he obviously couldn't crawl or scoot, but he used that "big" head and started moving toward me till we were nose-to-nose. Then, he fell asleep. He's been going to sleep like that ever since. It melted my heart then and still does everytime I think about it. He's changed a lot since then. Most days I can't grasp how much and I often wish I could slow it down.
The tubes have done wonders. When people said he would be a new kid they weren't completely off base. But, he wasn't so much different as he was just more alert and his vocabulary and clarity excelled immediately. He still has his own way of saying certain things...one of the many differences in boys and girls, I guess. But, as a mom we learn what these "words" mean. He drinks his juice out of a Toy Story sippy cup...he loves Toy Story. Today, in the back seat he was chanting, "Momma, Fwoody." I didn't know what he was trying to tell me and finally in all his frustration he yells, "Duice!" OH! You want Woody, you want juice and I handed him the cup. Yes, it's challenging at times, but I love learining how his mind works.But the boy has a purpose and sometimes it surprises me when certain things come out of his mouth.
He's busy, he's active, he's into everything. And, I don't know what's more exhausting- following him around or watching his mind work. You can almost see him thinking. He walks with a purpose. People who don't even know him can tell that right away. There is a reason he goes from point A to B and he knows what that reason is way before he leaves point A. He repeats everything Ella says immediately after she says it. I thought this would irritate her- it doesn't. When he brakes something he comes to you with what is broken in his hands saying, " I bwaked it." But, it's not what he "bwaked" that you should be worried about. It's when he comes to you and says, "I ficked it," that you should start worrying. See, "ficked" means "I had something in my hand that I found a place, crevice or hole to put it in and it's now gonna cost around $200 to fix". For example, the afrin bottle flushed down the toilet and the plastic playskool knife in the central vac suction tube were all "ficked" by Cale. I FINALLY figured out what this means. Now, when he comes to me and says, "I ficked it," I know to start looking!
He has a temper. It's bad. It bears grave resemblence to mine. I'm sorry to have passed that onto him. However, he is quickly remorseful and like Matt, he won't let the sun set on his anger. In that way he is very humble. I am thankful. I have a hard time disciplining him. He knows when he's done something wrong or when he's about to get in trouble and he gives me that "look". If you have a boy you probably know what I'm talking about. He uses his "puppy dog" eyes, lowers his head and innocently grins. As if that weren't enough he then runs to me giving me a big hug, sorry and I love you. I am putty in his hands! He knows how to read me like a book and tug on my heart strings like a puppet. We have a special bond...he holds my heart in his little chubby hand!
He will randomly stop whatever he is doing throughout the day to come and give me a hug and kiss...I cherish that. When he sits with me he plays with my hair and if I haven't acknowledged him in several minutes he'll grab my face and pull it toward his to give me what I call a "cheek" hug. I guess he just wants to remind me that he's there. And, I know it sounds crazy but sometimes I can feel him love me. Mostly when he's tired or going to sleep. He gets this intense look as if he's almost looking through me and my heart swells. This is usally followed by an , "I wa wa momma," which means I love you, momma. He has recently started putting together pretty impressive sentences. He loves buttons, pressing buttons and figuring out how things work. He loves taking thigs apart. He has good manners. He always says he's "sorry", "please", "excuse me" and my favorite is "gank you, momma." He always says momma after that regardless of who he's thanking. Sometimes he'll be holding a toy and just randomly throw it down, with great force I might add. I don't know why...I have explained many things to myself over the past two years with the phrase, "I guess that's just a boy thing." And he is. all. boy!!! Simply put, it's just a whole new ball game!
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So sweet. Our boys sound a lot alike. :-)
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