game day

One day, Caleb will go to the Seahawks games with his dad. They will wake up early in anticipation, maybe get some food ready for tailgating, drive down to the stadium WAY too early, park WAY too far away, soak in the excitement of just being at Qwest Field on game day, have a beer (Caleb will have a root beer), talk with old friends, and yell and scream until they lose their voices, give high fives, buy hot dogs with cream cheese from a street vendor, walk about 15 miles back to the car and come home smiling no matter who won.

Isn't my son so blessed to have a dad like Luke? I can't wait for all they will share together. They are already best buds, but it makes me smile knowing everything Caleb will experience in his life simply because he has an amazing dad. I know Luke will be Caleb's hero, as he is mine.

It warms my heart.

And speaking of warm.

I get to watch the game at home today with the little man. Someday he'll be at Qwest Field with dad in the freezing cold, getting rained on. But at least for today, he's warm and cozy with me.

seven months

Dear Caleb,

You are seven months old. And there is so, so much I love about you.

I love how with each month your hair gets bigger, higher, more curly, and more crazy. It makes me laugh and it makes you unmistakably you.

I love how you sit up all by yourself.

I love how you topple over on purpose just to make me laugh.

I love how you are ticklish on your feet.

I love your serious face and your cute little profile.

I love how big your smile is when you see us first thing in the morning.

I love all the funny noises you make. You are so loud.

I love that you are my five second snuggler. I really try to make the snuggles last. They are my favorite.

I love how you stop whatever you're doing and are glued to the screen every time we turn on Baby Einstein.

I love how you sit in your Bumbo seat on the kitchen counter and watch me intently while I cook.

I love how you are with babies and little kids. You are mesmerized by them whenever they’re around.

I love how you grab my face with both of your hands and try to take a bite out of my chin like it’s an apple.

I love the feel of your two little teeth poking through your gums.

I love the hope you give me when you have a really great night of sleep.

I love how you like to see me make a fool of myself. And I do it regularly and glady because making you laugh is so worth it.

I love how you’ll wake up by yourself in the morning and just hang out.

i love how happy you make your dad.

I love how, just when I think there is no possible way I could love you more, another day passes and I do.

Caleb, I hope you never tire of hearing how much I love you because I don’t think I could ever stop telling you. You fill my heart to the brim.

ode to a nap

i swaddle. i rock. i pacify. i bounce. i feed. i pace. i shhhh. i sway from side to side. i turn off anything that can make noise. i read. i sit in a dark room in the same position for an hour. and i don't move.

all so this sweet child can get in a decent nap.

and it's so worth it.

if you've seen him when he hasn't had a good nap you know why.

(and THEN, i take the above picture and ruin it all.)

just pictures