I Wuv You Momma

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Avery gets a lot of attention on this blog because she’s so…~~loud~~ entertaining. Today I want to share a story about the other co-star of our family of four. Nolan.

I never wanted to have a boy. {Probably not starting off on the right foot here, am I? Bear with me. It gets better.}

I never saw myself as a “boy mom.” I was always much more comfortable with the idea of being the mother to girls. I grew up with a sister and had no context for what it would be like for Avery to have a brother. Plus, all I knew about little boys was that they like bugs and dirt. I don’t like either of those things.

AJ felt the same way. He envisioned himself playing the protective father role to girls rather than the coach of the Little League team. Being called “daddy” rather than “dad.”

When we found out our second-born was going to be a boy, it was an idea we had to get used to. We certainly weren’t disappointed, but it was an adjustment to what we’d pictured. We were genuinely happy when we found out at the ultrasound appointment – it’s not like we cried or anything. Just want to be clear about that… In case he reads this in 10 years. Just covering my bases…

However, I very much warmed to the idea of having a boy. I loved that Avery would still be our princess and that this new child would have room to find a place of his own in our family outside of her huge personality. Especially since they were born relatively close together. Avery was just over two when he was born.

When that baby boy came into our lives, my love for him hit me like a ton of bricks. Because I didn’t have to get used to the idea of being a mom like I did when our first child was born, I was able to just jump right in. Since day one he has been the most snuggly, lovable, squishy, affectionate little child and I just want to eat him up.

{Noley at 2 months. Be nice. I’m on maternity leave.}

Fast-forward to today:

This morning Nolan was throwing a fit in the middle of the hallway because he wanted me to pick him up, but I was trying to get ready for an appointment {my spaaaaaaahhhhhh appointment, daaaahling… I’m so glam.} so I couldn’t. When I came back into the hallway he started BEAMING, squeezed me tight and said “I wuv you momma!” I about died. God I love that kid. He’s said it before, but only because I said it first or because he was copying me. He’s never said it on his own {I sound like I’m talking about a new boyfriend or something…}. He felt it so he said it. It made my year.

This is what it’s all about, folks. I wanted to remember this moment forever so I wrote about it here. Thanks for letting me share.