It's a big day at the Graham House!
Samuel went pee-pee in the potty for the first time. Allen sat him on the upstairs toilet right before his bath and he went. He didn't even need his potty seat or training potty. We are so proud and made sure he knew it by jumping around and cheering like a couple of lunatics.
As a reward he got a tootsie roll which he considered well worth his effort. He even jumped up and down as I was unwrapping it! So far he has only received "reward" stickers for trying to go potty, so the candy was a big step up.
It's the little things.....
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Memory in a Bottle
It seems nearly impossible to catch Samuel in the exact moment when he is doing something adorable. I worry that as he gets older we will look back and regret not taking more video of him, but unless we videoed him 24 hours a day we could never catch everything that makes him so unique and special.
That's why I wish I could carry a memory with me in a bottle. Something more than just a hazy memory clouded by time. If I could, I have decided that I would capture the moments right before we go to sleep at night.
We lay head to head on the pillow with him snuggled close to me, his legs tucked between mine, the fingers of his tiny hands diddling in my armpit, and my arms around him, one under his head and one across his little body. Then we have a sweet whispered conversation that goes something like this:
Samuel: Oh Mama, I wuf (love) you TOO!
Me: I love you baby. You fill Mommy and Daddy's life with so much joy.
Samuel: (he pulls my face over to kiss me on the mouth) Mama HAPPY!
Me: That's right sweetheart. Your kisses make Mama very happy. I love you.
Samuel: I wuf (love) you TOO! (he leans over to give me another mouth kiss) Mama HAPPY!
This usually goes on for a few more minutes before he finally settles in and starts to drift off to sleep. Right before he does he makes sure to say, "Goodnight Mommy."
In the future, if I could bottle this memory, I would take off the cork every day (especially during his teenage years) and remember how precious, sweet, and affectionate my baby boy is to me. The same rush of sweetness and excitement and amazement would sweep over me like it does every time I hear him say those three little words in his fragmented toddler English, I love you. And of course I would also remember that he always added the TOO part, even when he says it first.
That's why I wish I could carry a memory with me in a bottle. Something more than just a hazy memory clouded by time. If I could, I have decided that I would capture the moments right before we go to sleep at night.
We lay head to head on the pillow with him snuggled close to me, his legs tucked between mine, the fingers of his tiny hands diddling in my armpit, and my arms around him, one under his head and one across his little body. Then we have a sweet whispered conversation that goes something like this:
Samuel: Oh Mama, I wuf (love) you TOO!
Me: I love you baby. You fill Mommy and Daddy's life with so much joy.
Samuel: (he pulls my face over to kiss me on the mouth) Mama HAPPY!
Me: That's right sweetheart. Your kisses make Mama very happy. I love you.
Samuel: I wuf (love) you TOO! (he leans over to give me another mouth kiss) Mama HAPPY!
This usually goes on for a few more minutes before he finally settles in and starts to drift off to sleep. Right before he does he makes sure to say, "Goodnight Mommy."
In the future, if I could bottle this memory, I would take off the cork every day (especially during his teenage years) and remember how precious, sweet, and affectionate my baby boy is to me. The same rush of sweetness and excitement and amazement would sweep over me like it does every time I hear him say those three little words in his fragmented toddler English, I love you. And of course I would also remember that he always added the TOO part, even when he says it first.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
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