i’ll let you in on a little secret that i will tell anyone who asks:
i really, really love my job.

i’ve met a lot of new people since we’ve been here,
and very often it seems to be a similar conversation,

“he’s so cute, how old is he?”
“he’s one.”
“oh, he’s so little. i bet you’re having so much fun.”
“you know what, i really am!”
“well, you just wait… it gets really fun…”

then they laugh and leave,
like “ha ha, you are another dumb mom who thinks its all roses!”

maybe i’m just a generally positive person,
maybe it’s cause the only trouble i have with my kid is keeping him from eating toilet paper all day,
but i do, i love it.

i recently heard a few women say that they don’t “do” the baby stage.
just give em a one year old and that would do, skip babies all together.
not me.

not that its been easy all day every day,
but i am having so much fun.

i really do love to hear the plastic hammer banging on every hard surface in my house.
it makes me smile.

and i really do love watching little kids run around in restaurants.
it makes me smile.

…or the little hand to walk me by the finger to show me a new door he found that he can open.
that makes me smile.

i really do love the sensation of tiny arms wrapping around my leg,
even if those arms are temporarily attached to a wailer…
still makes me smile.

i really do love the 20 minutes each morning when someone just wants to hold me
for no reason other than because i’m his mom.

sunday night we put some chicken in the oven, 
and ate the rest of dinner while we waited,
then we went on to play with Boss and found his first ever toy 
that g-ma clifford bought for him the day we found out B was for Boy. 
{of course, they had to be tools, right?}

i love these moments.
when we shut out the world
and exist as just us.
our tiny little family.

monday morning,
cc came in to kiss me goodbye and said,
“remember how we made chicken last night…?”
nope.
we’ll call this 14-hour chicken.
mmm i can still smell it.