Little Z

There’s this crazy emotion I thought I knew. Till it changed. Till it evolved. No I am not sure. The written word has so many adjectives, yet I can’t find the right one.  I look at Brian, and I love him! More than I can express. He is my eternal companion. My best friend. My second half. The father of the best gift I have ever been given. He provides and only looks for better ways to help our family succeed. Often times, his accomplishments and efforts go unnoticed. Humble, handsome and helpful. I love him. Can’t imagine my life without him. That’s the best I can do to put it in words, but now there is another male in my life, and I haven’t quite figured how to syntactically put my emotions on paper. I look at him and I am in awe. Complete and utter awe. He is ours. It’s a completely different   form of the emotion. I knew I loved my parents differently than my siblings, and that’s different than the love I feel for Brian, yet none is more over powering than the other. Just a completely different, word boggling mess.  I haven’t figured it out yet, I don’t know that I ever will, all I know is when I look at his perfect face, tiny fingers and toes, and his remarkable smile, I fall in love all over again. They say a mothers love is like no other, and I guess it’s true, but I had no idea the level it was on. Only another mom knows. Its outstanding. No on to the fun part.

UPDATE!!!!

Zach is four months old now and literally the strongest boy in the world. Probably because in his blessing, his dad blessed him to be strong three times. He stands all by himself, except for the help of balance. He is working on doing a sit up by lifting his upper half all by himself. All this attention to strength has minimized his focus on the ever impending, rolling. He is getting close, but not quite there, which I am ok with. The more mobile he gets, the more real it becomes I have a baby boy. At his four month apt, he weighed 13.12 lbs, was 25 inches long and was in the 15% for head circumference. So 55% weight, 30% height. Tall and skinny. Unheard of from the George side.  He can reach for things, knows when he drops them and has discovered his fingers toes and thumb sucking. Zach sleeps 11-12 hours a night and doesn’t wake till he has someone wake him up. It’s absolutely glorious. When mom is doing house work, he is 100% content to jump up and down in his jumper. Often times, he falls asleep in there because he loves it so much. Zach has started cereal and loves it a little too much. He is going to bite my fingers off one of these days with his chomping ambition.  He is still in a size one diaper during the days and size two while he sleeps. He knows his mom, dad, grandparents and aunts and uncles. His smile will melt your heart away, and he has started to giggle. Zach is not an excellent napper, but I wouldn’t trade that for anything. He sleeps at night, which I love. He isn’t a big cuddler, and would rather just put himself to sleep for naps and bed time.  We visit grandparents often and he loves to play with them. He is such a handsome boy and always the cutest thing on the block.

Only time he really cuddled was when he was a new born.

One of my favorite pictures

He discovered his fist. Not quite the thumb yet though.

....and found it!

Kenny and Zach are best buds.

Love it.

Grabbing toys and sticking them in
 his mouth all while jumping. Multitasker!

Seriously, How did we get so lucky?

Who loves BATH TIME!?

Hey mom, get that thing out of my face.

Getting ready for bed and lovin' it.

Weirdo.

Ernie and Zach just practicing jumping.

...and sleeping.

Look mom, I am tired of this. Get me off my stomach.

Euphoria

Breath shortened. Heart racing. Mind spinning. My grip tightens around the words. Confusion, excitement and wonder. These are just a few of the emotions and physical aspects that consume my body as I read an enjoyable book. Euphoria through the written word. It’s appreciated by few. I am one of them. It’s similar to the masons. We are elite. There is a secret understanding and appreciation of what we go through when we are so involved in a novel, the characters become family. We cry at their trials, we strive with them through their accomplishments, we admire their integrity and we hate them with an unabated vengeance for their betrayals. Reading is a joy like none other. You can continue to be a child as you read a book. The unreal happens. The unimaginable escapes into reality. It’s consuming and becomes an addictive drug. You can’t sleep till you finish, food has no claim on your stomach, and all communication with the world is lost while you are in another. I love reading. I love sharing my excitement with anyone with a willing ear. Reading and discussing, then wanting to read that same discussed book because someone picked up on something you missed. It’s like a puzzle. Can you put all the pieces together?