We have had a delightful summer hanging with friends and family, new and old, and reminiscing about this time last year when a screaming, peeing, pooping machine entered our lives (and our hearts) and forever changed us.
Lars was born LAST August and one whole crazy year has already gone by. Little did we know (like every prospective parent) how much this little person would change our lives. I also realize how easy I could take this all for granted. I can easily see myself one day waking up on the sofa in a strange hotel room in a wine-induced haze, realizing that my son has just married the girl of his dreams (and hopefully not my nightmares) and the last fifty years have just flown by. (Yes I meant fifty. It's my fantasy and in it Lars lives at home until then.) So I have decided to remind myself of all the wonder-filled moments of the last year in one simple paragraph.
Water breaks in hot-tub, rush to the hospital, epidural please! Baby Lars is born at 4:40 am on the 4th, rush home, Tylenol with codeine please! This thing is ours? Sleep please?! Pee on the floor, pee on the bed, pee on dad, poo on the floor, poo on the bed, aren't diapers supposed to keep this stuff in? First smile, first laugh, roll to the front, roll to the back, first trip, first crawl, sleep please? First solid food, man that poop smells, first surgery, standing up, falling down, first steps, first word (maybe?). First birthday. Sleep pretty please???
My sweet little Lars,
Someday when you are grown up and read this (if the internet is still around and if someone hasn't deleted this blog) I hope you get how much your dad and I love you. I mean, hopefully we've told you a lot, and this isn't your first inkling, more like a final affirmation that you are LOVED. We loved you before you had a personality, or good looks, or a sense of humor, or monetary value. We loved you before you could love us back. When the world tries to convince you that love is for all those other things, all those other reasons, remember that you were loved before you were formed, that you were made by God and entrusted to us, and that we loved you when you pooped yourself.
Love, Mom and Dad
Here are a few more pics from the summer:
Here are a few more pics from the summer:
Camping with Jan, Ann-Mari, and cousin Sara
Lars' prison
That is the cutest outfit ever!!! Nice present too.
Lars helping his dad install the baby safety devices with a power drill
Lars pretending to be an Orangutan
Me and Jeanne
Jeanne and Lars slippin' and a slidin'
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2 comments:
Leah, you look FABULOUS! And Lars is darling--as you are well aware. I love that you remind him that you love him even when he poops. It's odd, because that IS a huge affirmation of love. I remember when friends and nieces and nephews were poopy--I couldn't be more ready to NEVER have kids. And yet, despite their stink and various fluids, you couldn't love anything more.
Also, Jeff and I call our porta-crib the "baby cage". So his "prison" totally fits.
Congrats on surviving the first year! I don't know about the teen years but it just continually gets better.
Lars is so darling! And I am quite jealous of your NW summer. Love the adventures.
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