"Where you invest your love, you invest your life" ~Mumford & Sons

I have been in bed since 10 and it's midnight now. For the past two hours I have been reading my Bible, praying, praising, and crying. I am snuggled up next to Preston. His feet are wrapped around my leg and his head is on my chest. I can feel his heartbeat and I'm overwhelmed with love. I am soaking in every second of this sweet angel. He is perfection.

I love the way he loves me. I love that he is a total prankster, and that he makes you work for his affection. It makes the random times during the day when he runs up and kisses me for no reason that much better. He knows he is funny, and I love that. He knows what to do to make people laugh, and his laugh is pure music to my ears.

With every day that passes I am losing my baby, but I am gaining my boy. Before I know it I will be taking him to t-ball practice and helping him with his homework. One day I will be planning his 13th birthday party, and by then I probably won't be quite as cool as he thinks I am now. Someday I will be helping him gets things ready for senior prom and sending out graduation announcements. I definitely know I will have lost all my cool points by then. Then one day I will be watching him exchange vows with his wife and having a child of his own. THAT is almost impossible to comprehend, but I can picture it, and I can imagine having the same feeling I am experiencing now. Pure joy.

You, sweet boy, are my world. You are my purpose, and you are my
heart beat <3

Father's Day

Today is Father's Day, and I am already in tears writing the first sentence of this post. Last year at this time we were new parents. Preston was an infant and Chip and I were just trying to figure out this whole parenting gig as well as being newly weds. We loved every second of it, but we were learning. We made some mistakes, but we grew from them, together.

This past year so much has changed. Chip graduated from the Golf Academy and landed a job in Houston that we were both praying for. When times were tough financially, he contemplated re joining the Army. Everything he does is for us. He works crazy long hours and doesn't complain. He sees the importance and supports me staying home and raising Preston. I am so grateful for him and everything he does.

Our marriage is better than it has ever been. Last year was stressful, and instead of taking it out on each other, we joined together as a team. I said in a previous post that this blog is to give Preston a glimpse into what our lives were like, and to hopefully be able to teach him through it. I want him to know that marriage and being a parent is hard work, but also the most rewarding experience in the World.

Chip, we love you more than words can express. Thank you for being you, and for taking care of us so well. Happy Father's Day babe!

Sweet Thing

A couple of days ago Preston and I were hanging out after lunch at the apartment. Preston was on the couch enjoying some milk and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse when I tripped over a block and stubbed my toe. I dropped down and was in serious pain. Preston threw his milk cup on the sofa, got down and came rushing over to me. I told him Mommy hurt her toe, and it hurts. He then gave me an enormous hug and super long kiss and went back and sat on the couch.

This boy is just too sweet for words <3

Naps and Bedtime

For the last year Preston has been taking two long naps a day and going to bed at 7pm with out a fuss. He sleeps 12 hours a night without fail which is wonderful. About a month and a half ago bedtime became more and more difficult for him. It was obvious he just wasn't tired at bedtime so I knew it was time to cut the morning nap. After some advice from other moms and trying a few different techniques he was back on track. He wakes up at 7 and goes down for his one nap around noon. He naps for a couple of hours and when bedtime roles around he is practically begging to get in his crib.

Preston has co slept with us since he was 10 months old, right after he had his first cold and ear infection. I was so worried about him and I just needed to be next to him. After he was well we could have
reestablished him sleeping all night in his crib, but all three of us were hooked. We loved having Preston in between us, and it was obvious Preston loved it also. Preston wakes up a couple hours after he goes to sleep in his crib for the night and we bring him in our bed where he stays until he wakes up for the day.

There are so many wonderful things about having Preston sleep with us. I love his tiny baby snore, and how he hums himself back to sleep if he wakes up. I love that he loves to cuddle. He isn't big of snuggling during the day, way to many other fun things to do, so at night I get my fair share of it. I love that he wakes me up every morning. He taps my arm, sees my eyes open, and starts laughing. I wouldn't change him sleeping with us for the world.

I know one day, sooner rather than later, he is going to want to sleep in his own room. He is going to be able to put himself to bed. He is going to be able to to get up in the mornings, turn on his cartoons, and pour himself a bowl of cereal. One day he isn't going to need me like he does now, so I'm soaking up every second of it I can now.