My Son

All day long I've smelt a subtle scent of baby poop wafting around our home. I am fairly sure it's on me somewhere or maybe in my hair. Somehow, I just don't care all that much. In fact, this morning I found myself thinking baby poop sorta smells good. Am I crazy? I don't think I am, but this is what motherhood has done to me. It's made me not care as much about poop, dirtiness or organization. Yes, it's a new era for Amber. Not sure about David, but I think poop, dirtiness and messes have never really bothered him.

What is all this crazy talk? Am I going to let me house go to pot? Am I going to have poop diapers spread all over the house because I like the smell? Are my bills going to be piled on the desk forever? No, it's just the things that used to be so important are not as important right now. I'm soaking up time with my boy. I think the reason is pure and simple, I am in love. Not the ewwwwy, gooey, yuck, gushy love, but the adoring, cuddling, nose-rubbing kind of love.

At least twenty times a day, I tell Charlie, "you are the cutest little thing EVER" and it's true, he is insanely adorable and such a good boy. He smiles and my heart ricochets around the room. Sometimes, I just look at him and he starts to laugh and when I approach him to continue the laughter, he laughs for so long and hard that I have to back away so he can catch his breath. Everyday, he becomes more interactive and engages more with the world around him.

I know, I know, he may soon become a little monster, spit and fire, but for now, I soak him up just the way he is....my son, ah, I love him.