Two years has really flown by! It doesn’t seem possible that two years ago we were anxiously awaiting the arrival of our son. And he sure was taking his sweet time!

We had expected that I would go into labor early like I had with our daughter… So I had been waiting a few weeks. My water broke the day before his due date. It seemed like he was completely comfortable in there and had no intentions of leaving! He was definitely upset about being pushed from his dark warm home. His eyes were squished shut and he was crying in protest. He is still a mama’s boy. 🙂

 

I mentioned the folk rhyme “Monday’s Child” in my birthday post for my daughter. Surprisingly, it’s fitting for our son too.

Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

Noah was born on a Friday night – and he is incredibly loving. He has already begun saying “I love you too.” It just melts this mama’s heart! He is known as “love bug” and “snuggle bug” in the church nursery. Don’t get me wrong – he definitely has his toddler moments! He can throw a fit! But he usually doesn’t hesitate to apologize and hug it out. And even though he is a boy, I hope that he keeps that sweetness!

The Ugly Truth

As much as I don’t like to admit it, I may be doing that thing where the baby of the family gets babied. I never thought I’d be that way. I usually don’t even like babies (I know – huge gasp – but the feeling is mutual) and kinda look forward to them growing to the point where they are somewhat independent. However, I find myself babying him so much more than I did Chandler. I’m sure it’s a combination of him being my youngest and a boy. I was told there’s just something about mothers and their sons. Now I believe it.