Last night I took a page from the Bad Mama Handbook, and it was SO good. Usually we start our bedtime routine at 7, and it involves bath, then I nurse and rock Luke for awhile before putting him in his crib. But last night, I ignored the clock, and I ignored quiet time before bed. Instead, we shrieked and giggled. We blew raspberries on each other. We ran and laughed until our sides hurt. We talked about dinosaurs and practiced our best ROARs. We even jumped on the bed.
I got into the shower later than usual, and I made my way into bed much later than usual, but every minute was worth it for the side-splitting laughs and the joy of just being us.
Lately, he has started to look at me and say, "
My Mama," and it makes my heart grow larger than I thought possible, because nothing,
nothing in this world could be better than being his.
10 comments:
You are a Superhero, Mommy... you truly, truly, truly are. Truly.
And the photo is beyond-words precious!
Awww he is so cute! he looks just like you.
That's what makes you the perfect mama, not a bad one. He's growing up so gorgeous!
That was VERY sweet Erin!!!
Awwww, sometimes we have to do that. What a great mom you are and how lucky he is to have you for a mom.
I'm so glad I found your blog today. You are a Superhero mama. Your post is super sweet. And what an adorable little one. (: Happy Halloween.
That's very sweet. You sound like a great Mom. He will always know that.
How precious!! MY Mama! I love it!
Erin,
THIS is an AMAZING picture! You need to get it framed!
I so agree, nothing trumps motherhood. NOTHING!
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