Loving the SHM Life

Lots of pictures at the end of this post.  I took so many cute ones, I just couldn't cut them out

Some days, he can be such a stinker, but even then, I still feel incredibly lucky to be with him.  He bites me, hits me, and pulls out my hair.  As painful as it is, I kinda love it.  When he is extra excited, he smiles and blinks really fast while sucking air in.  Then there is that laugh.  Oh that laugh.  It is the most amazing sound I have ever heard.

These are things that I get to enjoy and think about all day.  Yes I do need a break from him every now and then, and he doesn't nap when I want time too, but it is all worth it.  I can get the dishes done, and have plenty of time to play.  In the morning, when I am exhausted, I get to snuggle and watch Veggietales with my smiley boy.  My house is getting under control, and I don't have to sacrifice time with my little man to get it that way.  I am able to take care of my family like I have always wanted!

About a week ago, I lost sight of that.  While talking to Luis about my concerns and doubts with the choice I made to stay home, Bryan looked at me and gave me a big smile.  Cue water works.  

Was I crazy? Of course I made the right choice!  No one was going to take care of my boys like I am.  No one was going to care about Bryan's little accomplishments like I do.  How would I have the patience for my son and husband that I have now when I was working all day and coming home to a messy house.

I have nothing against working Mommies.  Nothing at all.  Being a working mom is tough but they can do it.  I know plenty of working moms that are able to keep everything together.  (I am not positive, but I think they have house elves or something working for them)  I was not one of them.  

After I started crying at that beautiful smile, he put his hand on my cheek and just left it there.  He didn't scratch me or try to yank on me, but just left it there.  It felt like he was telling me it was OK.  He knew I was doing my best.

Even with me staying home, I still don't have it all figured out.  My house is not spotless, we don't have a set schedule, and my baby is not this happy baby all day long. (though, I will admit.  he is close to it) That being said, I am working on it. I am slowly becoming a Stay Home Mom/Wife that my family deserves. I will never be perfect at it, but no matter what anyone else says or does,  I know I have a little boy that needs and believes in me. I also am married to a wonderful man that loves and supports me in whatever I decide to do.

Now, on with the pictures, before I think of any other long messages to write.

There is a song that I listen to (It is called track 3 on my computer and no idea who the artist is) One of the lines goes something like this:  "I know little babies come from heaven.  I know god made those tiny hands and hearts"  I thank god every day for letting this perfect example of love to my arms.