
There's nothing better than hanging around the house in sweatpants all day with my little man.
This week is my last week before going back to full-time teaching. I've been spending my days relishing in these precious little moments I will soon miss. Normally I set Jack down for tummy time, give him some independent time in his swing, and set him in his crib for naps. This week, however, little Jackson has been permanently glued to my arms. When he falls asleep, I find a comfy spot and just cuddle with him. When he's on his tummy, I'm right there next to him filling his little face with kisses from mommy. And, the swing is starting to get dusty...

Jack is starting to learn how to smile. He's given us smiles since the day he arrived --- usually when he's relieving himself one way or another. As of this week, I can sometimes get him to smile on command! It's amazing how this tiny little feat is SO HUGE to us. The other night I laid Jack down to go to bed. He opened his giant wide-eyes and laid on me the biggest smile I'd seen yet; the kind of smile that makes your eyes squint. I wondered....is he farting? And then...another! And yet another. Stinker Jack; of course I picked him up and cuddled some more before truly putting him down for bed.

I can't wait for the many milestones ahead. First, smile. Next, who knows? What I'm trying to prepare myself for is the little things that may be missed while Jack is at daycare. I told Eric last night that if he learns how to do something at daycare, he's destined to show off when he gets home. So, rather than feats we might 'miss', I'm trying to think positively. If he's truly reached another stepping stone, he'll show us at home where it will melt our hearts as if its the first time. And, how will I know better? Until he's big enough to talk, I won't. I find peace in that.

I always thought I'd want to be a stay-at-home mom. We had a short 'practice' a few years back, and I realized I would lose myself quickly if I did stay at home. I would never change out of sweatpants. Shower - who needs one? And, my throat would hurt if I talked to anyone for more than 10 minutes due to my baby babbles and stories. Instead of being envious of friends and acquaintances who are able to stay at home, I'm thankful for a degree and a career that have guided me to my new balancing act called life. I'm truly sad to leave our precious little moments shared together - work and worry free. I am, however, excited to go back to work! I have a fabulous job. I've made some truly amazing friends that I get to spend 40+ hours of my week gossiping and chatting with. I have an abundance of amazingly talented and thoughtful 8th graders who are anxiously awaiting my return. And, little baby Jack will be in an in-home daycare with my aunt. That's right - family! I have nothing to complain about. Oh, and who can forget Spring Break...Summer Break....and more!

Jack,
I will always be your mommy. I will always put you first.
I vow to cuddle you and coo at you every day, regardless if some of my day is spent away from your chubby little cheeks. I can't wait for the clock to strike 3:15; I will drive as fast as my Venza will let me to come swoop you out of my aunts arms and into mine. From then I will fight with your daddy for quality time feeding you, changing you, dumping out toys all over the floor, and reading you all of your many books.
I will deal with breastfeeding while working full-time, just to make your tummy happy, even if that means I won' t have much of a lunch. (Jack's little tummy DOES NOT agree with regular formula. In my mommy panic, I decided to breastfeed at least until summertime when I can try out different formulas)
On weekends, I will make you the priority. I want to parade you around this town, and our new town soon! I will plop you in the stroller and we'll go for a family stroll. I will lay on the living room floor in sweatpants cuddling with you like the good ol' days of maternity leave. I hope you never feel slighted for having me away.
I will love you now, while I'm at work, and forever.
Always,
Mom