Sunday, April 24, 2011

Madigan, the potatoes in the oven burned

but I couldn't stop staring at your beautiful sleeping face as I rocked you in my arms last night. I knew dinner would be seriously overcooked, but somehow it didn't matter. As I sat there watching you sleep so peacefully I pondered how blessed we were to be given you, little boy, to love and cherish. So many unique "you" things that I love:

Your copper colored hair
Your quick smile and those dimples
The way you lose your words when new people are around... so shy
When you copy everything I do and want to use my tools to "help"
Cuddling with you at night before bed
Hearing you say "Go(tta) Go", "Da-Do" (thank you), "Hi Au(d)rey"
When you pester me while I'm on the cell phone insisting that it MUST be Daddy I'm talking to every time
Your willingness to try almost any foods
Your incredible sensitivity to emotions and verbal cues both positive and negative
The way you interact with the animals at the barn
Playing chase with you through the house - sometimes you bump and bounce into the walls as you gallop through the house on those little legs and it always sends you into a fit of giggles

There are so many things I love... particularly, I love being your mommy.

Thursday, April 07, 2011

Music Man

Tonight, Bundle and I were headed out to the back porch to plant some flowers and herbs. He was all excited because we had the little hand shovel and some buckets of dirt. He loves a new project and is an enthusiastic little helper. He got delayed in coming out the door, though, so I went in to see what was going on. He had run over to the refrigerator to grab his little music machine to bring out on the porch with us.

As soon as he got out there, he set it down next to me and pressed the music button so that it would play the first song. Before each song ended, or right after it ended, he would stop whatever he was doing to rush over and press the button. I smiled at him and told him, "You know, I was just thinking how fun it would be to have music playing out here while we're working." He looked up and gave me a huge smile! MELT MY HEART! He is such a music lover and so sensitive to know when to play it (most of the time, in this household).

And to top things off, he really was a huge help planting the flowers. He carried off all the empty flower containers and made his own little project out of them. He also re-arranged the flower pots on the porch to an order that more suited his sensibilities. I don't know how I would do these things without his observant eye.