Every morning I barely open my eyes just enough to see the figure of my Blake quietly getting ready for work so as not to wake me. He always sneaks out and I always fall back asleep. But in those little moments where my eyes are slightly open I always think how lucky I am to get to stay home with my baby. Not just because I get to sleep later… no really. It’s because I’m grateful that my Blake works so hard so that I can stay home. Not every mom gets that chance and I feel blessed every minute that I do.
Right now Beau is in the ‘let’s knock all of the yogurt out of your hand and onto every single surface’ phase. He also loves to eat from others plates way more than his own, even if he’s eating the same thing. He gets into everything, climbs every surface, and insists on messes everywhere. My job of motherhood is my favorite I’ve ever had. Nothing will ever beat the slobbery smiles, the babbles, his enormous lips, or the rare moment when he will pause and let me squeeze him and snap a picture. After I took these two he gave me a big open mouth kiss (with teeth) and wiggled away. Nothing beats a toothy kiss.
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