Happy Birthday Beaux
I’m dedicating today to my little boy, Beaux. Some of my FAVORITE pictures and moments.
This was Beaux’s first brush with death. I was eight months pregnant (yes, eight) and when the (probably rabid) chipmunk came and sat next to us, I couldn’t even open my eyes to witness our grizzly end.
Minutes old and beautiful. Six pounds and some-odd ounces (it’s been six years, y’all, give me a break!).
You don’t have to remind me that newborns are exhausting. I remember.
The longest year of my life. Kansas, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, this was taken in California, and then we were off to Canada. Exhaustion was my constant companion and Awkwardness was my best friend while I had to learn how to nurse stealthily in a 15 passenger van full of college boys. “Ummm, Beaux’s cranky and the beatboxing doesn’t work anymore so distraction is futile, can we pull over and crank some music to drown out the feeding noises? Thanks!” (You have to maintain a little dignity by using big words like “futile” sometimes.)
But, ohhhh the smiles!
They…
…make…
…everything…
…worthwhile! (And, this one will always be my personal favorite.)
He’s wild and rambunctious (like a boy SHOULD be, in my opinion).
He likes speed.
And living on the edge.
He gets in the way sometimes, but the x-rays we had to get after he was trampled at the basketball game that one time were AWESOME. Intriguing, yes? Don’t you just want to touch all those little bones? Do your fingers itch like mine do? I’ll settle for running my hands all over his face every chance I get.
When he’s tired, he’s TI-RED.
And he works as hard as he plays.
Thinks he’s bad to the bone.
Loves his daddy. Heck, he WALKED like his daddy when he hadn’t even earned the strut at a year old.
And he messes up my insides every time I turn my thoughts in his direction. He’s taught me about selflessness.
And about awesome underpants:
“Mom, what shirt should I wear to match my underwear?”
*sigh* “I don’t know. Something… Spiderman-y?”
“Ugh. No, I mean something BLACK? Or…”
“Oh. Something black, maybe?”
“That’s what I already said! Nevermind… I’ll find something on mine own.”
I love this kid. I’m so thankful for the chance to meet him and watch him grow, even if it does mean I have to find more fabric every year to keep him adequately and modestly covered. Forget about the fact that he’d prefer to spend every day of his life in underwear and little else.
Happy 6th, Beaux Bear! I love you with mine whole heart!
