Tristan's Story

Tristan has been talking more and more lately. His language exploded after he turned 18 months old, and he's been saying dozens of new words every day. He's started putting them into short sentences ("All done", "Let's go") and uses them in the right context. It's SO incredible to watch.

Anyway, today, I was standing in front of the mirror, trying to decide if my new shirt looked decent. Tristan was behind me, watching Ice Age 2 on tv, so I never thought anything of it. All of a sudden, I felt a little pat, pat on my back -- and Tristan said "Mama cute. Cute, mama." I said "What?? Did you say mama looks cute?" He looked right at me and said "Cute mama" and then threw his little arms around my neck.

This is what it's all about. He is such a sweet baby, my big boy now, and I *love* these moments.

A year ago today, I was at the hospital, having contractions. This was right about the time when I got there, too. We stayed there for about four hours, seeing if my labor was going to progress or not. When it didn't, we started home... tired, a little bit disappointed, a lot anxious. I got a few hours of sleep and then at 5am on January 13th, I woke up with really strong contractions. I let Brandon sleep a while longer, then started getting ready and we headed for the hospital. I was admitted at noon and labored throughout that Sunday and then, finally, at 3:57 am on Monday, January 14, 2008, my beautiful, sweet baby boy came into the world.

It's sad, thinking of how fast this year has gone by, and all of the moments I will never have back. But as my sweet angel baby sleeps in the next room, I am so thankful for all of those moments, and for all the moments to come. My baby is handsome and sweet and smart, more than any mom could want. He's growing and learning every day and I can't wait to see the amazing person that he is becoming. :)