Tristan's Story

I've been thinking a lot lately, how becoming a mommy has made me a different person, a better person. My sweet baby boy turned 15 months old today. And not a day goes by that he doesn't absolutely amaze me. He already has so much more personality than I will ever have -- he has an amazing sense of humor and can make all the girls smile. He dances like a professional and has this crazy, infectious laugh that will brighten your whole day. He's learning so much these days... he can point to all of his most obvious body parts and calls all of his favorite people by name. He has 9 teeth, and a full head of gorgeous (but thin) curly hair. He loves to cuddle with his "doggy", Gunner. His favorite toys are his Little People farm animals and any book that he can get his hands on. I know that these are the days I need to hold near to my heart, that I need to remember forever. His sweet baby hugs that can make you cry, and his slobbery kisses that make you laugh.

I've been reading this blog: http://www.remembermaddie.com - and it has made me realize, again, just how incredibly blessed I am. I have a happy, healthy, smart, sweet baby boy and I take him for granted all too often. I know that my busy schedule is necessary - I'm trying to give him a better life. But I just hope that I don't forget to live this one, in the meantime.

I know that being a mother can happen to anyone. But being a *mommy* is special. And it changes your life.

Tristan is so incredible, he brings countless smiles to my face each and every day. In case you can't tell by his pictures, he's such a little ball of comedic energy... he must get that from his dad and his papa (my dad) because I certainly don't have that kind of charm. I have loved him since the moment I found out he existed, but this last few months it's gone from loving him as my son to absolutely loving the little person that he is becoming each day. He has a wonderful personality and such an insight... it's so great to be able to know him!

Example: Today after I picked Tristan up for daycare, we came into my bedroom. I put the baby gate up in the doorway (because he can open doors now) and put his big toy box in the floor. I was letting him explore while I did a little housekeeping. I saw him go over to his dad's desk and pull on a xbox controller, but it wasn't going to hurt it, so I let him. On the way down, an opened package of pop tarts fell to the ground as well. I was distracted for a moment by Oprah and when I looked back, I laughed out loud at what I saw: my tiny little boy had pulled out a pop tart and was walking around munching on it. There was already a big bite missing and telltale crumbs on his chin. So cute! I went over to give him a hug at the cuteness and he handed it to me - I guess he thought he was in trouble. I scooped him up and let him sit in my lap and watch Arthur while he enjoyed the rest of his midafternoon snack. ;)