So I figured there was way too much in life going on than to not at least blog for myself to come back, and read for myself. So here I am. I'll post a few pictures of the past little while, but pretty much our story started long ago. Brooke and I are best friends, and just accumulated another amazing friend our little boy.
In life sometimes we don't ask for somethings to happen to us, and... sometimes we do. Brooke and I had big plans of traveling as nurses and adventuring the world. We now understand that our world is in the form of a beautiful boy. As I had said to many people, "we're going to have a baby that is auto-potty-trained, sleeps all night, and feeds himself," they laughed at me. Now I understand why, apparently they don't come that way. Not only that I find myself asking "what do I do now?" when mom is away.
Aside the fact that I constantly question myself on how to help him. It's amazing to me how much it changes the relationship of the parents. Brooke and I were always able to say want to go to a movie, sit by a camp fire, or go snowboarding. Now it takes a strategic plan to just get to the grocery store, and even then we stand ready for surprise. "Ok, let's go now he's getting tired and he just ate." Brooke suggests. As I'm sitting him in his carseat I hear a "FLUFFFART." 30 minutes later, a rinse off, new carseat cover, new clothes, and new diaper later, lets go to the store. This whole time I thought Brooke was the boss, well apparently even the boss has a boss.
Long story short, he's not potty trained, he apparently thinks 2 am is play-time, and every 3 hours he cries for 6 ounces more. There's something about rolling out of bed with that ounce of strength left after a 16 hours shift, and seeing his smiling face. He's amazing. He brings a strength, hope, and love to our lives I never thought was possible. Things have gotten much better, and things seem to become second nature.
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