Evan turned 9 months old today. This is always such a nostalgic "birthday". He's been on this earth for as long as I was pregnant with him. It seems like such a long time to be pregnant, yet having him here physically has gone by so fast. I guess time flies when you're not nauseous and puking, hmmm?
Evan also gets to celebrate his first Christmas! Again, another milestone I cherish. I almost cried as I hung up his stocking. I told Terry I'm tired of the boys growing so fast! I am already dreading when they start school and leave the "nest" (yes, I'll be the mom sobbing her eyes out at the bus stop)
I got the house nice and festive for the boys, and Evan has already managed to smash an ornament on the floor. Gotta applaud his curiosity!!
He also got his "first" haircut ( he got his actual first one a few months ago, but I didn't have the camera, so let's just pretend). Evan was so good. I think the buzzing of the shears put him in a zen-like trance. Love having a mother-in-law/hairstylist!
Deacon got a "big boy" bed (yes, he's wearing safety glasses. why, ummm cause he's a silly boy.) Terry wanted a fun bed, I wanted a traditional bed, but you can see who won that argument (it's a racecar bed). So far Deacon hasn't been thrilled with it. I'm not sure if we kept him in the crib too long, but he never tried to climb out of it so what was our rush? He keeps wanting to go in the crib, but we haven't let him. It's terrifying/hilarious to hear a loud "thud" in the middle of the night, knowing he's fallen out of the bed. Sometimes he just stays on the floor and other times he gets back up and gets in bed. If I had won the argument, the bed would have siderails....
I'm so in love with these two boys. Life is happier and each day is a blessing, but it's bittersweet without my mom. I miss her so much it hurts. I want to hear her laugh at these two silly kids, I want to see her hug and kiss them. I have so many questions for her. I want to know if I did things as a kid that they do now (was I a good napper? did I like solid foods? did I take my diaper off and run around the house naked?) I hope she can see how I try to be like her with my beautiful sons. Didn’t mean to have a downer ending, but the holidays make me weepy for my mom. This is our 6th Christmas without her and it still sucks. Last year I was pregnant and hormonal and cried all day. Hopefully this year will be better with these two silly boys to make us smile.
