I honestly would not consider myself a mommy blogger. Yes, I do have an infant, yes, I do blog about him, yes, I do sometimes post photos of him, and yes I do talk about him on Facebook, A LOT, but honestly I do not feel like a mommy blogger exactly.
I do this because we have family and friends scattered all over. Some in California, some in Florida, others in other places. This is to keep them updated and in the know with what is going on with us here. I have collected others along the way and I am glad that people enjoy my blog.
Looking back over this blog, I realized tonight that this is not an accurate picture of our lives here. I tend to avoid the news on a daily basis because it is horrible. We have an all weather channel that I watch for the weather reports and that suits me just fine. I do have to admit that there are days (like today) where I get so frustrated with Jeff. Then he lays his head on me when he gets tired, he gives me one of his sweet smiles, or he gives me one if his kisses and everything is all good again.
When things get too much for me, I ask Michael to watch him while I go into another room and do some things for a bit or I sit in the tub for a little bit reading. I have been pretty good about avoiding the posts on Facebook about little Scotty, until today. I can not imagine what a 3 year old boy did to anyone to be killed. I just don’t understand how a mother could let that happen.
I look at Jeff and I get so sad because I can’t imagine my life without him now. Sure right after he was born I was in shock. There is a story but it is not for public knowledge, those that matter know it. He is so amazing and yes frustrating at the same time. My heart just fills with love when I see him sleeping or playing. I can not imagine being so upset at him that I would kill him or even let another person do that.
He is growing so fast and learning so much! He now comes back to me when I call him, which is handy when he is on the bed and too close to an edge. He still has no fear and I am trying to nurture that in him as I do not want him to fear everything. He is zipping around on the floor crawling and scooting like a champ on a daily basis. He also loves my lap top and typing no matter what I am doing or trying to do. He likes to change the channel on the TV when I am in to a show and will just laugh when I say, Jeff, you changed the channel! I know he has no clue, but that smile gets me every time.
Life is not perfect. It is messy. It is hard on occasion. But my son makes it all worth it.