It's hard to believe this little man has been occupying space on this earth for over a year now (I am aware this picture says 10 months. I can't seem to locate the 11 month pics & haven't taken the 12 month pics yet. Yeah.) The Bonus Baby. I wasn't sure I could love him the same way as the other two. I was right. I can't. (Totally not because he's the one I didn't have an epidural for) He is a treasure all his own, full of cuddles, bashful smiles and special love for mommy. No walking yet, predictable since his siblings didn't walk until 16 and 17 months old, respectively. Actually, he has a crazy crawl propelled by one foot. I am certain he has the strongest big toe in Texas. I've often lamented that I never had kids that would sleep in crazy places. Well, out of necessity, KP wins this race. My dad says he has smiley eyes--his whole face lights up with joy. . . unless there are loud noises or his parents walk out of his sight, then his bottom lip quivers, jutting out to express just how heart-broken he feels. No worries, a thumb in the mouth solves everything.
|Seriously. Face half in the water, half-out. Asleep. Clearly the best sleeper on vacation.|
|I love this picture. Love. This is my boy, in a nutshell.|
Fifteen months or so ago I had no idea how we would survive. How we would ever ever go on a vacation again. How I would ever get out of the house on time for my job with four people to get ready. Then Chris decided he needed a career change, exactly at the time this little boy was due to make his appearance. No one else really understood our reasoning, but we just took it day-by-day. Chris and I call it our own brand of chaos--dirty floors, sticky counters, toys everywhere, more laundry than I ever imagined, loud voices, hugs, tears, toys everywhere (seriously, everywhere). I can officially say I survived working full-time as a mom of three. We are a rare breed,I only know a handful of moms who have their own tribe and still work full-time, but with help of a laundry service & my generous co-parent, I have done it for one year. Eighteen more to go.. . .although with current job stats, that may be more like twenty-one more to go. I figure as longs as smiles out-number tears, hugs out-number hits, there is food on the table and healthy kids and parents, I'm ready to tackle the challenge.