Last week was my first week without teaching, being a student, OR having a toothache. And it was great. Today, I start my second round of license renewal courses, and I am so not feeling it. So please leave me comments to keep me occupied because if this class is anything at all like the last one, everyone will be ancient and think my iPhone is a MAGIC BOX and not realize that I can access the interwebs via a PHONE.
School rants aside, last week was great. It was our week to make magic with Luke. Playdates, the zoo, special lunches at his favorite restaurant, daily park trips, we did it all. When I look at this little boy, I can hardly believe that this person who took us from a couple to a family is going to go from one-third of the equation to one-fourth in a manner of days or weeks.
I love every little bit of him. I love how I nursed him until he was 22 months, and the last time he nursed, he stopped and said, "Bye bye, num nums," and moved on. I love how some times, he still seems like such a baby. When he wakes up in the morning and wants to cuddle and drink warm milk. When he hugs me, he has to give two hugs. First with one side of my face to his, then he says, "And this one," and we have to switch sides. When he purses his lips for the sweetest kisses. But then, there are times when I realize what a boy he is. When he doesn't want my kisses because he's too busy doing something much more fun than spending time with mommy.
His latest thing is that he always wants to do one more of something. The way he uses the phrase one more isn't always grammatically correct, but it's always cute. After going to Sarah's house, Luke woke up the next morning and said, "One more Asher, mama, one more!" When I told him we'd play with Asher again soon, he smiled and asked me for a cupcake. I love the way his little mind works.
Every day is a new journey with him. As each day passes, I can't wait to see him as a big brother. I know there will be days when he likely resents the baby and wonders why it had to come into his life, but still, I can't wait to see him lay eyes on his new little brother or sister, and I can't wait for the day that he asks to give him/her "One more kiss, mama, one more."