Pure Joy

I don't know what happened to today...it somehow got away from me.  At about 4:50 I realized that I never sat down and wrote.  Not good.  In fact, I wasn't even really sure what I was going to write about so I was very close to just forgetting about it all together.  Then bath time happened.

For days my husband, who is in charge of bath time, has been telling me that Superman has been leaning over his bath seat (which is similar to this one) to try and stick his face in the water.  My reply each time has been, "so let him".  My husband was all concerned that he might hurt himself, but I tried to assure him that as long as he was there watching and he didn't let him stay under for more than a second, the worst that would happen is that he would hate it.

So tonight, as I was folding laundry in the next room, my husband called to me and said that he was trying to do it again.  So I rushed into the bathroom to take a look.  Sure enough he was bending way over and putting his mouth into the water.

My response? Lots and lots of cheers! So then he wanted to do it again and again and again.  At one point he did a raspberry into the water and blew bubbles and I went nuts!  I was so proud of him for a) liking his face in the water and b) being able to blow bubbles so young.

My husband, not to be outdone by his son (I tease), decided he would start blowing bubbles too.  Superman thought this was just great and began giggling up a storm.  Of course it also just made him want to put his face in the water more as well because he loves to imitate what his daddy does.  He successfully blew bubbles several times and if we had let him stay in the bath any longer, I am sure he would have really gotten the hang of it.

Tonight was one of those moments that I hope I always remember.  The pure joy and laughter was something I wish I could bottle and keep forever.

I would love to hear some of your moments of pure joy with your children!

Birth Day Remorse

A year ago today I was heading to the hospital...didn't get my baby till 5 minutes into the next day, but it is still a day I will remember forever.  Unfortunately with this remembering comes a lot of odd guilt and remorse.  I know this will sound silly to many of you, but I am hoping at least one person out there gets what I am feeling.  I am remorseful that Superman wasn't born till the 2nd.  


Seriously, I feel silly just typing it, but it is true.  I feel like if I had held it together and tolerated the pain a little better I could have pushed him out while it was still January 1st.

You may be asking yourself, "why does it matter?"  It has nothing to do with having a New Years baby if that is what you are thinking.  The whole day the doctor was sure that he was going to be born that day.  It was me that had to take a break 2 hours into pushing because the pain was just too much.  It was me that didn't know what I was doing so I didn't get it done.  It has to do with the fact that it doesn't feel like he was born on the second.  I labored all day on the 1st.  I pushed on the 1st.  I was in pain on the 1st.    I expected him to be born on the 1st after all that I had gone through.  


All of this makes me worried that every year on January 1st I will be feeling all nostalgic about his birth and not so much on the 2nd.  Please tell me I will get over this stupid emotional tie to January 1st and begin to appreciate that the 2nd is truly his birthday.