Lincoln’s one year photography session thanks to Blakelyn Tindall! Huge thanks to you friend!
Photos courtesy of 11sixteen photography located in glen allen, va.
Lincoln’s one year photography session thanks to Blakelyn Tindall! Huge thanks to you friend!
Photos courtesy of 11sixteen photography located in glen allen, va.
(disclaimer: if you “follow me” for the daily devotionals, as most of you do, please let me apologize. My son turned one this weekend, and I have not had (nor have I taken) a moment to spare. I will be back in action tomorrow. and for now, here is my son’s one-year milestone blog entry! we made it! and I am so proud! of all of us! 2 Corinthians 9:15)
I could tell you what our sweet baby is up to. I could tell you how he talks non-stop, how he waves to strangers, how easily he picks up on things, how smart he is, how cuddly he is now. I could tell you that he loves books. And animals. And balloons. I could even tell you how many words he says, how many signs he uses, how he communicates so well. I could go on to say that his favorite food is blueberries. And that he’d eat them (and only them) for dinner. I could tell you how he loves to walk holding Mama’s hands. How he loves to climb. How he mastered stairs over the weekend. I could tell you all about his birthday weekend, how he sucked his cupcake instead of taking bites. I could tell you that he didn’t want Mama to leave his side for a single second because it was overwhelming. I could tell you how much fun he is. And how he makes my heart overjoyed and proud. I could tell you everything you want to know. And most of which you couldn’t care any less about. Like, how his hair curls in the back when it’s humid. Or how he points with his index finger clinging to his thumb. I could say anything and everything about this perfect gift from God. But the only thing I really want to say tonight is this:
“Lincoln, my life began when I had you. One year ago, at this time, I was probably rocking you. Holding you. Kissing you. In exhausted awe. And there would be more tired awesomeness. More sleep-deprived sweetness. More nights of loving and cuddling. There would be endless diaper changes, tons of spit-up, never-ending laundry. There would be insecurities and vulnerabilities. And every step of the way, I’d wonder if I was doing “it” right. There would be more wrongs than right. There would be tears and frustrations. There would be overflowing love and unimaginable protectiveness. From this world. From harsh realities. From me and my shortcomings. There would be fear and anxiety. There would be mistakes. So many of those. There would be things I’d never do again. Things I’d do over and over again. Things I wish I could forget. Most importantly, things I wish I could remember. Because of you and all of this, my love, I am a mother. The proudest, happiest, in-love mother. The sold-out, over-the-top, enmeshed, nothing-compares-to-this kinda mother. I am so lucky to spend my lifetime loving you. I love you! Your Mommy”
[ The heart is a funny thing. Overflowing with love and pride (over milestones achieved, kisses shared, a bond unmatched), yet breaking simultaneously. It doesn’t break because of the fullness. No. In fact, the heart just swells until the love you feel for your little one invades every cell. The heart doesn’t burst because it reaches maximum capacity. Impossible. It breaks because of the realization of time. You can’t cherish the moment you’re in before it’s already gone. You can’t grasp the time before it slips away. No. Because by the time you stop to savor, enjoy, capture..the moment is gone. Fleeting. Temporary. A vapor. Until the next moment. You’re always reaching. Searching. Hoping for the next moment. Because you’re keenly aware that the difference between the present and the past is a single, solitary second. And you’ll never catch up. You’re always behind. Always striving. For a little more time. It’s with abundant, everlasting love, overwhelming pride and genuine sadness that we celebrate our sweet perfect son turning 11 months old today. ]
I am 11 months old today! I have energy and pep! I’m cuddly, affectionate, I love to give kisses, but I’m also an independent little guy! I am easily entertained, especially if books, balls, plastic eggs or crocheted hotdogs are involved! I love meeting new people, but have developed a “bashful” face, which Mommy assures everyone is totally fake! I babble non-stop, but I also say a lot of things. Mommy and sometimes Daddy are the only ones who know what I’m trying to say. And when they get it right, I smile from ear to ear! I can say “mama” “dada” “ni ni” “bye” “hotdog” “all gone” “more” “nana” (for banana) “poppa” “duck” “book” and “out” (for outside or for getting out of the crib/carseat) and I do lots of animal noises! (“roar” for lion, “pfff” for whale, “baa” for sheep and “waa” for duck) I raise my hands when music comes on. I clap, bang, slam, drum and I’ve almost mastered pointing! I can wave “hi” and “bye”, and I sign “more” “all done” “eat” and “milk”. I LOVE swinging and sliding! I’ve finally moved up to 6-9 month clothes! I’m a little guy with a BIG personality! Mommy says I have a good heart. Last night, she was telling me that she was sad over me turning 11 months old, and I looked up at her and gave her kisses! I think I cheered her up! 🙂 I am such a good listener, too. I listen when Mommy (and sometimes Daddy) tells me no-no. I love my reflection, cruising, crawling (always holding at least one object), and I love playing chase and peekaboo. I like to pretend to read books, but they’re always upside down! 🙂 I’ve stood for one or two seconds at a time without holding on to anything. In some ways, I have no fear. In other ways, I’m cautious. I don’t know how this walking-thing is going to play out. Mommy and Daddy aren’t in any hurry for me to walk. In fact, I think it’ll break their hearts when I reach that milestone! They want to keep me little forever. I wish they knew that I’ll always need them no matter how big I get.
[ The heart is a funny thing. Overflowing with love and pride (over milestones achieved, kisses shared, a bond unmatched), yet breaking simultaneously. It doesn’t break because of the fullness. No. In fact, the heart just swells until the love you feel for your little one invades every cell. The heart doesn’t burst because it reaches maximum capacity. Impossible. It breaks because of the realization of time. You can’t cherish the moment you’re in before it’s already gone. You can’t grasp the time before it slips away. No. Because by the time you stop to savor, enjoy, capture..the moment is gone. Fleeting. Temporary. A vapor. Until the next moment. You’re always reaching. Searching. Hoping for the next moment. Because you’re keenly aware that the difference between the present and the past is a single, solitary second. And you’ll never catch up. You’re always behind. Always striving. For a little more time. It’s with abundant, everlasting love, overwhelming pride and genuine sadness that we celebrate our sweet perfect son turning 10 months old today. (And by the way, they should invent scratch and sniff pictures. So that when he’s grown and gone, I can still smell the top of his head after a bath. The way sunscreen smells on his baby-soft skin. The smell of my growing son, who won’t be a baby much longer.) ]
I am 10 months old today!! I am ALL SMILES, all the time! It looks like a fake smile, but it’s genuine happiness. I am still army crawling (Mommy doesn’t think I’ll ever actually crawl on all-fours) and now I’m working on pulling up. I do it in my crib when I’m supposed to be sleeping. All I want to do with Mommy is stand up and sit down. Over and over and over. I’ve gotten pretty good at it. Today, I pulled up by myself from sitting to standing multiple times in a row! I’m mastering the clap. I practice that in my crib too. I babble non-stop. I can say “ma ma”, “da da”, “ni ni” and I learned how to say “poppa” on vacation. I’m starting to have some separation anxiety, especially when I’m tired. Sometimes, I won’t let anyone hold me besides my Mama. And my aunt Rosellyn, because she looks like my Mama. I can wave hello. I am starting to hold a sippy cup, but the “tilt” is tricky. I’d rather my Mommy do it for me! I give kisses all the time. Sometimes I give full mouth kisses, and sometimes I head-butt, but both are “kisses”. I only give them to people I love. Or characters in books. Or balls. I love balls. And ducks. And miniature books. I won’t pull up or crawl without one! Purple is my favorite color. I got my first real boo-boo on my chin. Mommy and Daddy were so sad. I eat non-stop, but I’m still the same size I was 4 months ago! I’m a little guy but I am wild, on-the-move and non-STOP! Anyone who has been around me knows that I don’t want to be held down. I like to play, Play, PLAY. (I do like to cuddle with my Mommy though.) These days, I eat whatever Mommy and Daddy are eating. I never turn down a meal, no matter what it is.
I hope you enjoy the pictures from my tenth month. Mommy says this one went faster than any of the others. Probably because I’m so much fun!
This is me with Daddy on Father’s Day:
While this may look like a thumbs-up, I’m actually doing the sign for “milk”! It’s always milk-time:
This is me and my cousin Graham. We wanted the same toy. Graham won. He’s bigger than me!
Look everybody! I’m standing by myself!
I give kisses to the baby in the book:
The only moment I stayed still (I wish you could see what I make Mommy go through to take my picture!):
No babies were injured during the taking of these photos. Mommy and Daddy were present at all times: (It’s a good thing!)
Head-butting the bear, in a loving way. Seriously!
I dive-bombed off the chair into Daddy’s arms. I have zero fear. (like my cousin Edon!)
(It is with a broken heart that I write this entry. We’re 3/4 of the way through an entire year, and it feels like YESTERDAY that I first held my sweet baby boy in my arms. Yes, I realize that I should be thankful to have had this much time with him, AND I AM! But my heart is broken because every single day my tiny 7lb. newborn looks more like the boy he’ll be if I keep my eyes closed too long. I am the proudest mama to this perfect little guy, but even a proud mama can have a broken heart sometimes.) 🙂
I am 9 months old today! My personality is starting to take shape, and I am low-key, calm, content, and on-the-move! I LOVE to eat, and my favorite things are pasta, bread, cheese, banana and strawberries! I even tried ground beef for the first time this week! (Daddy gives me ice cream but then I hear something in my Mommy’s voice that makes me think she doesn’t approve!)
I’m army-crawling like a champ, and I’m also pulling up on my Mommy. I smile every time I stand up because I know I’m doing big things! I plank often, and I love doing the “downward dog” yoga pose. When I start crawling or walking, my Mommy is going to have her hands full (in a good way!).
I can turn the pages of any book. I actually choose my book before bed. Daddy gives me two choices and I put my hand on the one I want him to read. Most of the time I choose “Baby’s First Year”, but tonight I chose “Llama Llama Misses Mama”.
I can sign “milk” and “eat”, and I can wave “hi” and clap when Mommy or Daddy says “yay”. I smile when I know Mommy and Daddy understand me. It’s nice to be understood. 🙂 I’ve been giving more kisses recently, and I’ve been letting lots of people hold me (as long as I can still see my Mommy!). I can say “mama” “dada” and “ni ni”, and I use them at the appropriate times. Mommy says I’m smart!
I save my biggest smile for when Daddy gets home from work. I LOVE my daddy! I like music too. When Mommy plays our Bible song cd, I get very still. And just listen. Sometimes, I sing along. I played peek-a-boo for the first time yesterday morning with my Mommy! I like to throw things down and have someone pick it up too! I love the sunshine, but mostly because I love my shadow!
Here are me and my cousin, Zoey (she LOVES me!):
Out of a field of grass, I found the one thing that resembled a stick:
I love water!
I love going to the park and picking flowers and eating them:
This caterpillar and hotdog are my favorite toys! And mommy says my smile is sweet!
This is the look on my face 99% of the time, and Mommy says it’s her favorite:
This is one of Mommy’s favorite pictures of her and I:
This is what happens when Mommy tries to take my picture:
Daddy was making me laugh before bedtime:
Mommy and Daddy kept trying to sit me up beside the bear, and this was the one time I sat still long enough for a picture:
And then this happened:
I hope it’s a while before Mommy has to take my 10-month pictures. If it comes too quickly, she’ll be sad. She says she grieves for the time that has passed. I tell her not to let time steal her joy.
I am 8 months old today!
I am so much fun! As you can see, I can sit up all by myself. I’m trying to go from a sitting to crawling position, and sometimes I do it without bonkin’ my face! I am starting to get up on all-fours too (hands and knees)! Sometimes I put my bottom in the air (Mommy says I can’t say “butt”) like I’m doing the downward-dog yoga pose! And sometimes it looks like a push-up! Mommy thinks I’ll be crawling within a week or two! I’m doing big things! I talk all the time, and “Da-da” is my favorite word this week! Separation anxiety has kicked in and I get sad when I don’t see my Mommy or when she leaves the room. She keeps telling me it’s okay and that she will “always come back”! Mommy and Daddy think I’m learning “no no”. Sometimes I listen when they tell me not to pull hair or grab glasses, but sometimes I smile. I am getting better at sitting in the grass (I used to hate it!) and occasionally I try to eat dandelions. Mommy and Daddy say I’m sensitive boy. I get sad at loud noises and when Mommy tells me “no”. I’m curious and observant. Daddy says I don’t miss a thing! Mommy says I get that honest! But I’m really just a happy boy! I smile and squeal all the time! I eat everything Mommy feeds me, and my favorite is whole wheat pasta noodles. I think I’m a big boy when I eat those! I grab Mommy’s and Daddy’s faces to give kisses. And I kiss my stuffed animals and pictures of babies too! I love my reflection in the mirror! I love playdates with other babies and I make friends easily. Mommy and Daddy love this age and I do too!
It doesn’t get any cuter than a baseball cap with a football to boot:
(disclaimer: no babies were sun-burned during the taking of these photos. sunscreen was worn at all times) 🙂
L turned his bear on its head:
I’m trying to crawl everybody:
Laughing and wrestling with this poor bear:
Sometimes he kicks ’em while they’re down:
Saying “da-da” I’m sure:
Easter outfit with a baseball cap, I just think this is precious:
Lincoln, the little lumberjack:
Our weekend consisted of nothing special. We ran errands. We grocery shopped. We spring-cleaned. I swept and mopped. I made meals. Made the bed. Changed the baby. Fed the baby. Bathed the baby. Our weekend involved more mundane tasks than I care to share. But it was special. One of those “best weekends of my life” special. Not because we did anything special. But because we were something special. We were a family.
I know, I know. You’re thinking “you’re a family every day”. And you’d be correct. But with my husband’s impossible schedule, and the fact that he works a lot of weekends, or we’re traveling, or we have other obligations, we hardly EVER have a day for just the three of us. (I think the last one was when Lincoln was 2 months old.)
It was special because life is just better with my husband and Lincoln. Grocery shopping isn’t a chore. Running errands takes on a new meaning when your 7-month old is squealing in his carseat. Sitting outside on a blanket enjoying a warm spring evening is something I know we’ll experience in Heaven. Adding this third person to our marriage hasn’t been difficult. The transition was seamless. Not because everything has been perfect. There are hard days. Today, for example, Lincoln took a 10-minute morning nap. Does anyone want to guess his demeanor by this evening? 🙂 But even the hardest day with Lincoln is better than the best day without him. I cannot imagine what meaning my life had before him. I’m so incredibly lucky to be his mommy. And I love watching Matt love being Lincoln’s daddy. If more daddies were as in love with their children as Matt is with Lincoln, there would be more strong and self-assured boys, and fewer broken and starved-for-attention girls.
I love his little smile in this one:
I love the sunlight in this one:
I love, love, love his innocence:
Don’t let the look fool you, he definitely did not like the strawberries in his mesh strainer!
Being a good sport and trying it again:
The next few are attempts at a self-portrait (I refuse to use the term “selfie”) of the three of us:
Lincoln and Mommy bonding!
My two sweet and handsome boys:
Lincoln getting his first Easter egg. He couldn’t have cared any less, because he was sitting in grass. And he HATES grass.