best. morning. ever.

no picture today - only because what i am about to tell you cannot be captured on "film."

i got up for the gym again this morning (i made a commitment to myself that i will do that every day this week). once i'd packed everything up in the car, the only thing left to do was dress the kiddo and get him in the car too.

i walked into john's room, singing his wake up song, and stroked his back so he wouldn't be jarred awake. i picked him up and he snuggled up close to me. i laid him down on his changing table, and he stretched out on his stomach as if he was in his bed. i laid my cheek on the table next to him and stroked his back.

john put his arm around my neck to hold me close - i could smell him, warm and sleepy and snuggly. he held on to me and muttered, "love you love you." and he kissed me smack on the lips. then he repeateded it four or five times. "love you love you." kiss. "love you love you." kiss. "love you love you." kiss.

i honestly don't think it could get any better than that to start my morning. it's the first time he ever said "i love you" without being prompted. and he said it over and over again and accompanied it with sweet snuggly warm sleepy kisses. i'm the happiest mom ever.

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i'm furberizing my baby

ok, let's get this straight right off the bat: i don't know if i am literally following dr. furber's methods of sleep training. there are so many versions out there. but saying we're furberizing john is WAY more fun than saying that i'm letting him cry his little lungs out in an attempt to teach him to sleep on his own. it's night two of our efforts. he went right to sleep last night, which was great. and he slept for 5.25 hours (!!!!) before waking up at 2:30 a.m. when he woke up crying, i let him cry for 5 minutes before going in to soothe him. (the soothing barely works at all, by the way, but it's what i'm supposed to do ...) then i let him cry for 10 more minutes before going in to soothe him again. next on the agenda was a 15 minute stretch of crying - but he fell asleep after 8 minutes. so a sum total of 22 minutes of crying. not too bad for night two. i've heard night three can be the worst ... so we'll hold on to our hats tonight. mean

on lullabies

i am not a singer. if you've sat behind me in church, you know this to be true. (and i'm sorry.) a musician, yes. a singer no. and yet i find myself singing to john almost nonstop. and the beauty is, he seems to actually like it! (there's no accounting for taste. he also thinks i'm the most beautiful woman in the world. i'm no ogre, but i'm certainly not winning any beauty contests outside of my son's brain!) and actually, i've written some lullabies for john that are pretty nice. and it made me think: did your parents sing to you? do you remember what they sang, and better yet, if you have kids, do you sing the same songs to them? reply in the comments!

home

annapolis rock 1988 thirty years ago, my family moved from denton, tx, to a tiny rural town in the mountains of maryland. i remember being sad as we sold our things (we were packing everything into two old cars to drive north) and actually crying over the sale of our washing machine. transition does strange things to kids' emotions. yet i remember arriving, excited, into this strange green mountainous place, and i remember even more anticipation as we found a home ("the old taylor place") and got ready for school to start at smithsburg elementary. third grade -- the same grade john starts this school year. i remember meeting my first friend on a dusty dirt road - the "alley" that ran behind the high school tennis courts and athletic fields from our home just at the town's outskirts to her home just outside downtown. (if you've never known a small town downtown, that's probably hard to envision). it was an amazing place to be a child. 199

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