Boys. It feels impossible to describe the bond between a mother and a son. I never would have guessed it. The special mother-daughter connection seemed obvious to me but I figured I'd struggle with all the "boy-ness" of a son, even in these first years. I was so wrong. It's frightening how enthralled and awed I am by him, I've already had a baby, you'd think all this would be old news. But I watch him, and each day he's getting bigger. He's moving (boy is he moving) and grabbing and eating and laughing. He puts everything in his mouth, no amount of rough-housing seems to phase him, he attempts to launch himself off everything and he seems minutes away from tackling Macy (she'll deserve it!) and cracking us up as the family jokester. He's just such a BOY, and Im having so much fun.
I don't usually turn this blog into a diary, but I just had to take a minute and tell you about my son. Carter, my little man...
