I could probably count on one hand the number of times my son has slept in his own bed in the last two or so months—with fingers left over.
It’s not that he won’t, it’s just that we don’t.
We are co-sleepers.
Co-sleeping wasn’t something we planned on doing but rather something that just sort of happened over the last few months. G-tot would climb into our bed in the evening for our nightly story time ritual. After three or four books he would snuggle up to next to me and fall asleep. Do you know how wonderful it is to have your four year old nuzzle into you and drift off to sleep?
Those moments won’t last forever so I would never stop him from doing it.
Early on I would carry my son to his room and tuck him into his bed. In June I was diagnosed with Complete Placenta Previa and unable to lift anything over 10 pounds—including my son. So instead of taking him to bed he slept next to me right on his dad’s pillow.
My husband JQ keeps a much later schedule than we do and I liked having G-tot next to me. When JQ would come to bed hours later he could move G-tot to his own bed if he wanted to. But he didn’t.
Do you know why?
Because JQ wanted to snuggle with G-tot too. He loves those moments as much as I do. So instead of moving him to his own room, JQ would slide G-tot over and crawl in bed next to the two of us. And there the three of us would sleep in our queen size bed. More often than not JQ and I would have little limbs draped across us or end up with just a sliver of the bed to call our own space by morning.
For the most part that has become our routine over the last couple of months.
Does it have to be? No. My Placenta Previa went away and all my restrictions have been removed. I can pick up my son again. I could take him to his bedroom. We could do story time in his room if we really wanted to. JQ could move him at night. But we don’t.
Right now, we are co-sleepers.
“It’s for the baby.”, G-tot declared as he put the sticker on the ever expanding belly of my dress.
Man do I love that boy. Every night and every morning his little hands push around on my belly feeling for Huggy Baby. He hugs my belly and talks to the baby—sometimes really loudly. He is going to such an awesome big brother.
We’ve been reading books together that have to do with bringing another baby into the family. They are sweet and endearing and will often invoke a wide-eyed look from G-tot when we get to the end. As if he is thinking, Hey, that’s going to be me soon.
G-tot has officially decided that he wants the baby to share a room with him. I am constantly humbled by how unselfish this child is that I’m raising. When he outgrows something the first words out of his mouth anymore are, “We can keep this for my baby.”
His baby. Swoon.
I hope his little brother realizes how lucky he is to have G-tot in his life. I know I am.
G-tot and I often take walks in the neighborhood where he rides his bike and I walk—usually a bit behind him because his little legs pedal so fast. This week on one of our walk/rides he stopped his bike at the corner, turned to me and said, “Mom, how do you spell ‘navigation acceleration’?”
I have no idea what prompted that question but fortunately I was able to spell it for him on the spot.
I’m crafting it up this week for the Fourth of July over at the Curvy Girl Guide.
I made a trio each of Patriotic Votive Holders and Rocket Cracker Favors.
Aren’t they super cute? Better yet, they were really easy to make.
Over at Babble’s Being Pregnant this week I’m waxing over making room for another baby, pining over these ridiculously cute newborn hats from Etsy, giving away some hilarious kid’s books, showing off my baby bump, and contemplating what to drink this 4th of July since margaritas are out of the question for another 11 weeks or so.
I needed a picture for my We Can Have Sex—But Will We? post over at Babble (which contains totally exciting news) and this is the one I chose. It is a picture we took on February 12, 2007 when I was just about 35 weeks pregnant with G-tot.
It is one of my all time favorite pregnancy photos. The look on JQ’s face pretty much sums up exactly how we were feeling about becoming new parents in just over a month at that point. Sort of a “holy crap this is really happening” feeling.
Four years later and I still think becoming parents was one of the most remarkable things we have ever done.
I could get used to this.
It’s don’t care that I couldn’t swim a single lap in that pool.
He loves it and that is all that really matters to me.
I bought this sun hat last week and it is smokin’ hot. I’m not much of a hat wearer usually but this thing? I. AM. GORGEOUS in it. I feel totally debonair wearing it and am going to rock the shit out of that hat at the beach this summer.
You will all want me.
And not just me. My entire family.
Because it was just too awesome for everybody to not get in on the action.
This week’s Weekly Winners set just happens to be of two subjects both beginning with the letter E—Easter and my husband’s band the Eight Fifteens.
Exploring His Basket of Goodies
Egg Hunt Excitement
The Eight Fifteens
My Aunt Mary passed away last night. Mary was my stepdad’s sister. One of nine kids, she wasn’t the youngest but she wasn’t the oldest either.
Last night Mary lost her battle with cancer.
It wasn’t unexpected. She had been in and out of the hospital for awhile and over the last few days many of her family members came to the hospital to be with her knowing that she probably would not be leaving alive.
And yet, when my mom sent me the message yesterday that “Mary has passed away.”, I cried.
I didn’t cry just for Mary, because although I’m sad that she has died, I know she is now no longer suffering from this debilitating disease.
I cried for what Mary left behind.
The two boys she gave birth to that are my age and now have no parent to be loved and nurtured by. For the grandchildren who lost a grandparent who was too young to die.
I cried for my grandparents who have to bury one of their children when I’m sure that it something they never thought they would have to do.
I cried for all those out there who have been affected by cancer and all those that will be someday.
A few weeks ago we adopted a kitten from the Toledo Animal Shelter. G-tot had been asking for a kitten for a long time. We even went to the Humane Society in January but were told it wasn’t “kitten season” and to come back between April and November for kittens. We just couldn’t wait that long. G-tot has never had a pet of his own—besides Sea Monkeys which don’t really count—and it had been years since JQ and I had a pet. One morning about a month ago I saw three kittens on the Toledo Animal Shelter website and that afternoon we went to take a look at them. They were all adorable but there was one in particular that we were totally drawn to. He was having surgery later that week so we couldn’t take him home that day but before we left we went through our interview process and put a reserve on that sweet little kitty.
A week later he was ours.
I got the call that we could pick him up while I was at the doctor’s and as soon as I left my appointment I called JQ to let him know we could pick the kitten up that day and I would be home to pick him and G-tot up right away. We could not get him quick enough.
We named him Buddy.
To say we adore him is an understatement.
G-tot loves his Buddy and everybody that encounters him has to pet him or hold him. He has quickly become a part of this family.
Now if I could just get him to stay of the table.
Today you turned four years old. Which kind of seems impossible because I swear it was just the other day that I was in labor with you wondering what motherhood would be like. I can honestly say that thanks to you, motherhood has been fantastic.
March 27, 2007—One Hour Old
You are an incredible human and every single day I get to spend with you makes my life more fulfilling. I cannot imagine it any other way. Day after day, month after month, year after year you keep getting more amazing and I am so proud to be able to say that YOU are MY son.
You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I love spending my days, afternoons, and nights with you. I feel so blessed that my job permits me to work just two really long days most weeks of the year so I have the other five days to hang out with you.
You are so smart. So handsome—strangers still stop me on a regular basis to tell me how beautiful your red hair is when they see you. You are funny—especially with your new found appreciation for knock knock jokes. And your laugh? Completely infectious.
As fast as you are growing up you will always be my baby. And you will forever be the one that made me a mother. I hope you always remember that you made me something that nobody else had ever done and nobody else will ever be able to do. You changed who I was to my very core in the most remarkable way. Nothing can ever change that fact and I am so very thankful for that you gave me that opportunity.
April 3, 2007—One Week Old
March 24, 2011—Four Years Old
Love and a million kisses,