With Love,
Brittany Danielle
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Warm & Fuzzy.
Last night, I asked Justin if he had a good birthday, even though we stayed home instead of going out. He responded by stating that it was a perfect birthday. He then said, "I would rather stay home with you two (Grayson & I) than go out any day." Gosh, I love my family. How did I get so lucky?
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
8 months old.
Painting pictures for Granny and Gramley!
Dear Grayson,
You are eight months old today. This has got to be one of my favorite ages so far. This is the age where your personality is really beginning to shine! & I mean REALLY! It is bursting at the seams!
You are currently really into Yo Gabba Gabba. One video in particular, called "I Like To Dance." You will be throwing a fit, and I will put that video on the iPad. The second D.J. Lance pops up and says "Hello, friends!!", you get a giant smile on your face. He then proceeds to tell you that it is time to dance, so get up! You oblige, and stand yourself up(with Mommy's support, of course.) &Then the song that your Daddy is really beginning to hate kicks in "Go, go, go Muno! Go, go, go Muno!" and you go crazy!! You start bouncing up and down and stomping your foot. Little baby arms, and little baby hands begin flailing. All the while, you remain completely concentrated on the screen. You love to dance, and this is certainly your favorite song. Not only is it completely precious, but I really feel as though it's quite the milestone. You know what you like. You're beginning to have actual "interests", aside from just Mommy and Daddy or anything that lights up. Our once little baby is growing up.
Mama's boy.
Also, Daddy's boy.
"Oh ya know, just snapping a shirtless selfie."
Happy 8 months, my sweet boy. Thank you for letting me be your mama and watch you grow. You are my everything.
With Love,
Your Mama
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Six months old.
Dear Grayson,
Last week, you, Daddy, and I were all sitting together on the bed. We were playing, chatting, and just taking it easy. Then something small, yet momentous happened. Your dad hit the bed with his hand. You stared, and then hit the bed in the same spot. He then hit it harder, twice. You hit it in that same spot yet again. Also, twice. You smiled, and looked at him for approval. You could tell you were just so pleased with yourself, and the fact that you had Mommy and Daddy beaming from ear to ear! This happened a couple more times. It may not seem like something huge, but oh, it really was. In this moment, I realized that you are no longer my itty bitty newborn boy. You are our growing infant, our baby. You are as smart as can be, and learning new things every single day. No longer do you see the world with new eyes. No longer do you stare at a toy with your hands in your lap, blinking those baby blues and looking side to side. You now look at toys with intent. You look at the rings hanging off a toy, and know that you want those in your mouth. So, you reach, grab, and bring them exactly where you want them. You look at the colorful and crinkly part and reach for it. As you grasp, you realize that you have just created that sound. You open and close your hands on the crinkly parts, and smile because you know what you have done.
So, when you copied your Dad and hit the bed, I didn't only see a baby playing with his parents. I saw the wheels turning in your brain as you observed, thought it through, and replicated his actions. I saw you wanting your parent's approval. I watched you look at our smiles and know that you did something awesome. I watched you beam as happy as can be, because of your actions. It's hard to explain, but I hope that helps you to understand why something seemingly so small, was in reality so huge.
You are such a playful little dude. Seriously, you can find fun in anything. I love that. It is truly magical how a baby can find such pure joy in anything, really. Sure, you love your light up toys and your bouncy and all your toys that sing all those repetitive songs that I always have stuck in my head. But, you also love to play with, a package of wipes or an empty water bottle. The television remote, the iPad, or our cellphones. Oh my goodness, how you love anything that we are holding! "If Mommy has it, I must have it!!" You could seriously spend hours grabbing at different parts of mine or your Dad's faces! Most of all, your favorite "toys" are your books. I just love that. You hit at the pictures, and turn the pages. You can be crying as hard as can be, but almost always a good book can calm you down. It's amazing, and I bet you grow up to be an avid reader.
You have gotten much more loving, as well. Cuddling with you has been one of our favorite things to do since day one, but you are figuring out how to show it even more. You grab and hang on, as if you are afraid that I will put you down. You know what you want!! If you want to be picked up, you will reach for us. Seeing your baby reach for you is one of the most amazing things for a parent. It's incredible to know that we are needed, and that you love us. Not only do you reach for us, but you have started giving hugs and kisses too!! I am not sure if it is intentional, but I'm going to pretend like it is anyway. Sometimes, if I am holding you facing away from me, you will reach up and put your hand on my neck/cheek. You'll arch your back and turn around and "kiss" my other cheek. It is amazing!! Since you were born, we have been telling you over and over how much we love you. All these little things you do now, feel like "I love you too"'s.
These 6 months have just gone by so very fast. Everyone tells you how much the time flies, but it isn't something you can truly comprehend until you are a parent yourself. It feels like you were just brought into our lives. Yet, at the same time.. I can't remember our lives without you. You are the absolute best thing that has ever happened to us. Being your mom and watching you grow, is such an honor. You are everything to me, and everything I do is for you. You have my entire heart, for all of eternity. I hope you never forget that! I love you so much, Grayson Ryan. Happy half birthday, my little sweet potato!
Last week, you, Daddy, and I were all sitting together on the bed. We were playing, chatting, and just taking it easy. Then something small, yet momentous happened. Your dad hit the bed with his hand. You stared, and then hit the bed in the same spot. He then hit it harder, twice. You hit it in that same spot yet again. Also, twice. You smiled, and looked at him for approval. You could tell you were just so pleased with yourself, and the fact that you had Mommy and Daddy beaming from ear to ear! This happened a couple more times. It may not seem like something huge, but oh, it really was. In this moment, I realized that you are no longer my itty bitty newborn boy. You are our growing infant, our baby. You are as smart as can be, and learning new things every single day. No longer do you see the world with new eyes. No longer do you stare at a toy with your hands in your lap, blinking those baby blues and looking side to side. You now look at toys with intent. You look at the rings hanging off a toy, and know that you want those in your mouth. So, you reach, grab, and bring them exactly where you want them. You look at the colorful and crinkly part and reach for it. As you grasp, you realize that you have just created that sound. You open and close your hands on the crinkly parts, and smile because you know what you have done.
So, when you copied your Dad and hit the bed, I didn't only see a baby playing with his parents. I saw the wheels turning in your brain as you observed, thought it through, and replicated his actions. I saw you wanting your parent's approval. I watched you look at our smiles and know that you did something awesome. I watched you beam as happy as can be, because of your actions. It's hard to explain, but I hope that helps you to understand why something seemingly so small, was in reality so huge.
Comforting your cousin. "It's okay, bro!"
You loved your Easter basket!
Those eyes, I melt.
These 6 months have just gone by so very fast. Everyone tells you how much the time flies, but it isn't something you can truly comprehend until you are a parent yourself. It feels like you were just brought into our lives. Yet, at the same time.. I can't remember our lives without you. You are the absolute best thing that has ever happened to us. Being your mom and watching you grow, is such an honor. You are everything to me, and everything I do is for you. You have my entire heart, for all of eternity. I hope you never forget that! I love you so much, Grayson Ryan. Happy half birthday, my little sweet potato!
With love,
Your mama.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
36 weeks
Dear Grayson,
I can't believe I am already 36 weeks (+6 days!) pregnant with you. Everyone has been saying from the beginning to savor every moment, and that pregnancy will fly by. That was hard to believe at first. It seemed to inch by as we waited for our first ultrasound, to hear your heart beat for the first time, to find out your gender, and so on. Now, I am really feeling the truth behind their advice. I feel like it was just yesterday we found out we were expecting you. We were both nervous and so excited to be embarking on this brand new journey that would lead us to you. Now, I am full term with you tomorrow, when I hit 37 weeks. It's crazy how time flies by.
The quickness of it all really hit me in this past week or so. At my last check up with our midwife, at about 35 weeks +5 days, she told me that she is hoping I go into labor right around 37 weeks. I believe her exact words were "next week" at first. I had to do a double take and ask her to repeat herself. That's when she pointed out that you were a big baby already, and that 37 weeks was full term. So she's hoping I go right around then. Of course, I have known 37 weeks is full term since before I was pregnant. But hearing her say that really put everything into perspective. We could be meeting you next week. After all this waiting, you really could almost be here.
The following day, we had an ultrasound to check your position and growth. At our previous ultrasound, you were in a breech position, which is when your head is up by my ribs instead of down by my pelvis. When a baby stays that way, it results in c-section. I was terrified of this. I'm scared of all things medical, but in a way excited for birth as I have come to accept that is what my body is meant to do. A c-section, I have not been able to come to terms with. It still terrifies me. We went in with fingers crossed, and first thing she does is check your head, which was down by my pelvis. You are in position and ready to go! We were so very happy. Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean I won't end up needing a c-section for some reason, but at least gives me the normal chance at a vaginal delivery. That's all I can ask for. In the end, though, it only matters that you arrive safely.
The ultrasound techs can't disclose any results to you, but thankfully your Dad had a very good view of the screen. You were measuring about 7.5 lbs! You are pretty much full grown, as well as in position. That just gives me so much more faith that we will be meeting you sooner than later. I had my next appointment today, in which our midwife told me you are measuring in the 90th percentile. That means that you are bigger than 90% of babies at this point in pregnancy. No wonder she is hoping you come soon! You are such a big boy! I'm okay with that though. Chubby babies are the cutest. :)
Your Dad is getting SO excited! Every time we talk about you he says, "I just can't wait for him to be here." It's the sweetest thing. He really is so eager to hold you, and so am I. He is ready as a first time Dad can be. He knows what I'm talking about when it comes to all the weird birth and labor terms. He even paid complete attention to the videos of live births in the birthing class we took. Your Dad is going to be so amazing with you, I just know it. We are hoping to meet you next week. Even though this pregnancy has flown by, it still feels like we have waited forever to meet you. Stay in as long as you need to, but don't keep us waiting too long baby boy!!
I can't believe I am already 36 weeks (+6 days!) pregnant with you. Everyone has been saying from the beginning to savor every moment, and that pregnancy will fly by. That was hard to believe at first. It seemed to inch by as we waited for our first ultrasound, to hear your heart beat for the first time, to find out your gender, and so on. Now, I am really feeling the truth behind their advice. I feel like it was just yesterday we found out we were expecting you. We were both nervous and so excited to be embarking on this brand new journey that would lead us to you. Now, I am full term with you tomorrow, when I hit 37 weeks. It's crazy how time flies by.
The quickness of it all really hit me in this past week or so. At my last check up with our midwife, at about 35 weeks +5 days, she told me that she is hoping I go into labor right around 37 weeks. I believe her exact words were "next week" at first. I had to do a double take and ask her to repeat herself. That's when she pointed out that you were a big baby already, and that 37 weeks was full term. So she's hoping I go right around then. Of course, I have known 37 weeks is full term since before I was pregnant. But hearing her say that really put everything into perspective. We could be meeting you next week. After all this waiting, you really could almost be here.
The following day, we had an ultrasound to check your position and growth. At our previous ultrasound, you were in a breech position, which is when your head is up by my ribs instead of down by my pelvis. When a baby stays that way, it results in c-section. I was terrified of this. I'm scared of all things medical, but in a way excited for birth as I have come to accept that is what my body is meant to do. A c-section, I have not been able to come to terms with. It still terrifies me. We went in with fingers crossed, and first thing she does is check your head, which was down by my pelvis. You are in position and ready to go! We were so very happy. Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean I won't end up needing a c-section for some reason, but at least gives me the normal chance at a vaginal delivery. That's all I can ask for. In the end, though, it only matters that you arrive safely.
The ultrasound techs can't disclose any results to you, but thankfully your Dad had a very good view of the screen. You were measuring about 7.5 lbs! You are pretty much full grown, as well as in position. That just gives me so much more faith that we will be meeting you sooner than later. I had my next appointment today, in which our midwife told me you are measuring in the 90th percentile. That means that you are bigger than 90% of babies at this point in pregnancy. No wonder she is hoping you come soon! You are such a big boy! I'm okay with that though. Chubby babies are the cutest. :)
Your Dad is getting SO excited! Every time we talk about you he says, "I just can't wait for him to be here." It's the sweetest thing. He really is so eager to hold you, and so am I. He is ready as a first time Dad can be. He knows what I'm talking about when it comes to all the weird birth and labor terms. He even paid complete attention to the videos of live births in the birthing class we took. Your Dad is going to be so amazing with you, I just know it. We are hoping to meet you next week. Even though this pregnancy has flown by, it still feels like we have waited forever to meet you. Stay in as long as you need to, but don't keep us waiting too long baby boy!!
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