The Maynords: May 2012

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Happy ten months, little man. When you were a newborn, I would think ahead to the day when you'd be older and could communicate more and tell me what you wanted. And today I find myself thinking back to the newborn days and wishing I could have glimpses back.

I want to see "little" you again. The little you I could carry in one arm. Who would swing in his little swing and watch the birds on his mobile and smile. Who would fall asleep in our arms, and stay there for hours. Who would cry that sweet baby cry every time you didn't have our undivided attention. Who wouldn't fill out his clothes . . . ever. Who would stretch those baby stretches and make me feel like the luckiest person on earth.

The first time you smiled. The first time you laughed. The first time you held my shoulders as if it were a hug. The first time you had a fever and we thought the whole world had stopped. The first time you took your first spoonful of food.

Can you blame me for remembering all of this today? You are getting farther and farther away from being a little baby and inching closer to being a little guy. You are full of personality. You are so independent. You do not want to be held, you want to play and dance and explore on your own.

When I look at you, I see the cutest, most loving, most giggly, most sweet, most wonderful little boy. I see grace. Because I never did a single thing in my life to deserve you, yet I have you.

You bring me joy, Owen, and I love you.

Mommy

(not sure of weight/length but we go back to the doctor next week and I will update then)

Thursday, May 24, 2012

First/Last Day of Daycare

I have no idea how this school year is already over. It seems like yesterday I was dropping Owen off at daycare for the first time (and crying hysterically-may I add). And today, at almost ten months old I picked him up from his last day in the infant room. I don't know which day I cried the most. As I drove home with mascara streaks running down my face I reflected on this past year. The changes we have made and the hardships we have overcome. My tiny baby is turning into a toddler right before my very eyes.

FIRST DAY OF DAYCARE 11-17-11

LAST DAY OF DAYCARE 5-24-12

Monday, May 14, 2012

Catching Up...

I have really slacked off in the blogging world. It seems as if I am treading water 99% of the time. Brandon got me a Mother's Day card yesterday that talked about our "Crazy" life. It could not be more accurate. While our life seems to be a speeding bullet, I wouldn't have it any other way. Our life with Owen is nothing short of wonderful. He has brought so much fun and joy to our lives, especially lately. He has developed this vibrant personality. If you add that with the fact that he is becoming mobile, we have leaped into a whole new realm of parenthood.

Take Saturday for instance... Owen was in his walker watching Elmo (our typical Saturday afternoon). I ran downstairs to put in a load of laundry. While doing so, I started to hear noises coming from the floor above me. I assumed Norman (the dog) was into something he shouldn't be. I rushed upstairs to find that my child had walked (rolled) over the the end table, opened the drawer, and proceeded to pull out every object and drop them on the floor. I will be honest, it made my heart melt. My tiny baby is turning into a toddler before my very eyes. I snapped a few pictures...

Hmmm. I wonder what's in here...

I'll take a look...

Jackpot...

Other happenings...

Our friends, The Bullingtons, welcomed their baby boy on Tuesday, May 8th. We have been anxiously awaiting his arrival for quite sometime. He is adorable!

Jackson Henry Bullington

9 Pounds 8 Ounces

22.5 Inches long

Mother's Day 2012

I had a wonderful first Mother's Day. I recieved very sweet cards, and I only teared up 3 times! I remember Mother's Day 2011 so vividly, and emotions took over when I realized how quickly a year has passed. My little boy will be one soon. Wow. We I decided to throw in a quick photo shoot to mark the special day.