Last night when I came home from work --tired, but not nearly as exhausted as the days previous thanks to my sister Natalie who stayed over the night before, and both took care of constantly waking babies who didn't need to nurse allowing me only 6 wake-ups as opposed to 327 AND added more jewels to her crown in Heaven) -- and was immediately greeted by my husband saying "so Luke took a tumble today..."
Sure enough, on our baby boy's forehead sat a GIANT, bruised, goose egg.
Apparently, he and David were going from standing to sitting down, and Lucas lunged head first and fearless for a block on the floor, only to slam his head into it.
And with that, it begins...
We are raising a BOY.
=)
More and more as he becomes mobile (he's not yet crawling, but he goes from sitting to laying on his stomach with no effort at all, maneuvers around in a 360 turn with ease, and is thisclose to army crawling) we are starting to see the same busy boy we saw in the early ultrasounds, before he ran out of room. The same busy boy that the ultrasound tech always had to chase all over to get measurements on.
Raising a boy is totally new to me. Not that I have ever raised a girl before, obviously, but girls I feel like I know a little better. Besides the fact that I AM ONE, I grew up with four sisters, and three of them were younger than me by five, seven, and nine years respectively.
Perhaps that's why having a son has always intrigued me. Truth be told, I have always hoped I would get to have a little boy. And now - glory to God - I get to have both. How lucky am I???
Recognizing that parenting is the most important job I will ever do, and that raising boys is totally uncharted territory to me, I ordered and started reading this book. And while I am only half way through it, and wouldn't say I totally agree with everything written, it has been incredibly insightful in proposing the theory that boys -and men- are designed to adventurous.
So, in the years to come, when I walk into our living room and find my son poised to jump off the coffee table using only his underwear as a cape, or scaling the bookcase (fear not, it's already bolted to the wall) to slay an imaginary dragon, hopefully I will not be back here writing posts that contain questions like "why is he so crazy?" or "what on earth would possess him to do such a thing??"
Hopefully I will remember that curious, adventurous, and wild at heart, is exactly how God created him to be.
Here's to the first of many, many goose eggs.
Sure enough, on our baby boy's forehead sat a GIANT, bruised, goose egg.
Apparently, he and David were going from standing to sitting down, and Lucas lunged head first and fearless for a block on the floor, only to slam his head into it.
And with that, it begins...
We are raising a BOY.
=)
More and more as he becomes mobile (he's not yet crawling, but he goes from sitting to laying on his stomach with no effort at all, maneuvers around in a 360 turn with ease, and is thisclose to army crawling) we are starting to see the same busy boy we saw in the early ultrasounds, before he ran out of room. The same busy boy that the ultrasound tech always had to chase all over to get measurements on.
Raising a boy is totally new to me. Not that I have ever raised a girl before, obviously, but girls I feel like I know a little better. Besides the fact that I AM ONE, I grew up with four sisters, and three of them were younger than me by five, seven, and nine years respectively.
Perhaps that's why having a son has always intrigued me. Truth be told, I have always hoped I would get to have a little boy. And now - glory to God - I get to have both. How lucky am I???
Recognizing that parenting is the most important job I will ever do, and that raising boys is totally uncharted territory to me, I ordered and started reading this book. And while I am only half way through it, and wouldn't say I totally agree with everything written, it has been incredibly insightful in proposing the theory that boys -and men- are designed to adventurous.
So, in the years to come, when I walk into our living room and find my son poised to jump off the coffee table using only his underwear as a cape, or scaling the bookcase (fear not, it's already bolted to the wall) to slay an imaginary dragon, hopefully I will not be back here writing posts that contain questions like "why is he so crazy?" or "what on earth would possess him to do such a thing??"
Hopefully I will remember that curious, adventurous, and wild at heart, is exactly how God created him to be.
Here's to the first of many, many goose eggs.
