Cheerios

Matt is out of town so I have been doing the Lukie shuffle during dinner prep. This consists of avoiding stepping on his cute little body while walking to the pantry, trying not to knock him in the head while opening the fridge, and stretching my arms to double their normal length to avoid moving my legs which are currently occupied by a little monkey playing peek-a-boo between them. I was stir-frying some veggies while Luke was playing in the pantry. I heard him grab the box of Cheerios, I saw him trying to open the box, I even said to him, "Should we have some Cheerios before dinner?" Apparently the answer was yes.

Not sure why the pictures are like this, but it's too late to try and format. Ahh, babies.

A Letter to My Lukie

Little Lukie Love Bug,


Today you are 1 year old. Sheesh. My Little Man. Every day of your life I have told you how much I love you, how grateful I am that you are in my life, and what a special little person you are. But, just in case you ever forget, here's a little reminder.

I vividly remember the exact moment I fell in love with you and felt that bond that meant you belonged to me. It was the morning after the very long day when you were born. You announced that you were ready to start your arrival at 3:06 am on April 20, 2009. A mere three hours after your official due date had passed. The last thing Daddy said to my belly before we went to bed that night was, "Are you sure you don't want to come out now? Daddy really doesn't want to go to work tomorrow." And, just like now, you listened to Daddy.

Something woke me in those early morning hours. This usually meant that you were pushing on my full bladder, so, as per usual, I headed toward the bathroom. But for once in 9 months, that wasn't the reason for my mid-night wake up call. I felt a pop and rushed to make it to the safety of the bathroom floor-- we were renting at the time and I don't think that our landlord would have overlooked amniotic fluid on the carpet when refunding our deposit. I yelled to Daddy that my water broke and he responded with, "Are you sure?" That is a comical response to someone who has ever had their water break, because, yes, I was sure. Daddy and I anxiously gathered our things and headed to the hospital, excited to finally see your sweet face and hold you in our arms. Unfortunately, you would not be ready to meet us face-to-face for another 19 hours or so.

Needless to say, when you were finally laid in my arms, I was tired. You were perfect. You looked just like your daddy. You were a sweet bundle of fingers and toes and love and scrunchy face. And we were both sleepy. I remember finally closing my eyes with you in the bassinet next to me. I think I was in a little bit of shock about what had just happened and couldn't quite believe that after all this time you were finally "real" and laying right next to me. I fell asleep for a few hours of much needed rest.

When I opened my eyes and realized where I was and felt the pain that reminded me that this was real, I focused on the little bassinet at my side. Inside the clear plastic case I saw the most beautiful face and dark eyes staring at me with curiosity and love. My heart filled and my eyes filled and I needed to hold you and kiss you and tell you I loved you immediately. But pain and fatigue kept me from getting to you and I had to wake Daddy up to put you in my arms. You were mine and I couldn't believe that I had lived all these years without you. Never before had I felt so complete. Never before could I have imagined how wonderful it would be to hold you. Never before had I felt so much love. You and Daddy are the loves of my life, and to finally have you both together was really more than I ever could imagine. Happiest day of my life.

I can't come close to listing all the amazing things that have occurred during your life. So many firsts, like your first taste of sweet potatoes. One word: love! So many repeats, like the nightly reading of The Very Hungry Caterpillar. He was still hungry. So many scares, like the two bloody lips in two days. It's hard to get blood stains out of t-shirts, by the way. So many lasts, like the last night in our apartment. It was your first home, and I will always love it for that reason. So much laughter, like the first time I made you scream with joy while playing chase. I fell over laughing! So many tears, like that first night of sleep training. Some were yours; some were Mommy's. But the most amazing thing has been watching you grow and change, and feeling the overwhelming love that Daddy and I have for you. In short, you are our favorite thing ever.

And while we, as your parents, are obligated to love you, the best part about this relationship is that we also really like you! You're clever. You snuck over and stole Alicia's painting tape when she wasn't looking and then brought it back to me to show off. I was never more proud! You're sweet. You cuddle with me during afternoon bottle time and while reading books before bed. You're funny. Between the faces and screams and gestures and sneakiness and the throwing of everything you can grab, you keep me laughing all day long. You're smart. While getting ready for Uncle Ryan and Auntie Debbie's wedding where Daddy would be playing guitar, you looked at me and said, "Dada guitar." I was dumbfounded. And finally, you are the cutest thing that your dad and I have ever seen. Daddy has even coined a phrase: in G-rated terms, you are a-gosh-darn-dorable.

Happy Birthday to you my little love, my stinker, my monkey, my sweet-face, my baby boy, my love bug. I hope that every year of your life is filled with as much wonder and joy as the last twelve months. I love you to the moon and back. I love you for infinity. I love you, my little man.

Love,

Mommy

The New 'Do

Here is the story-in-pictures of Luke's first haircut! Enjoy!

He's such a big boy!! Love that little face.

Big Day!

This afternoon we are heading to the baby salon for Luke's first hair cut! The sweet baby curls have taken on a mind of their own and transformed into a mullet before our eyes. Being that I see everything about Luke through the eyes of a doting mommy, I didn't notice until it was too late. At a birthday party for Luke's buddy last week I saw all the other little boys with cool, gel-styled cuts, and suddenly Luke's hair went from sweet baby head to messy, hippie child. By the way, Matt has been saying Luke needed a haircut for (dare I say it???) months. I really wanted to wait until his first birthday, but that's only 11 days away, so close enough.

PLUS, we have a big celebration this weekend that kicks off today. Our great friends, Ryan and Debbie, are getting married tomorrow!! Halle-freakin'-lujiah! We thought that we should clean up the kid in honor of their nuptials. We even got Luke his very first suit. It's a tan, summer suit, in honor of the bright blue skies we have right now.

Such a great weekend in front of us! I'll leave you with a couple of "before" pictures and post the "after"s later today. I hope it's sunny wherever you are! Our heater broke, so let's hope this weather is here to stay for a while! Yay, homeowners.

Progress

So, moving day was yesterday and we survived! Thank you to all the wonderful friends who spent the day (or multiple days) helping us. A special shout out to Alicia who literally spent more time at the house than I did last week! She is a painting goddess. (Alicia, I miss you. It was strange not to see/paint with/feed you today.)

The kitchen/family room is done and the living room is pretty darn close. Luke's room is a work in progress, but he is doing great. He had a rough time with napping at the beginning of the week (aka Painting Hell), but he adjusted well and was back to normal naps by the end of the week. Last night was our first night in the house and he slept from 8pm-7:22am, and those extra 22 minutes were greatly appreciated by mommy. There is still a lot left to do, but I'm seeing a light at the end of the cul-de-sac! I promise there will be pictures soon. Promise, promise, promise. Maybe if Alicia comes back over she can force me to take the pictures. Hint, hint.

AMENDMENT!!

So, husband was adamant that I amend my previous post. He wanted to make sure that everyone understood that the massive debt we are incurring is due to purchasing a home, and not furnishing it. All the extra purchases are being put on a card (to get the points, of course) and then paid in full each month. OK, Husband, does this take care of the problem? Anything else you would like me to say on MY blog?

Sheesh. It's a good thing he's so handsome.

Back to packing.

Oh, and our house is so dang cute!! More tomorrow.

Moving Week is Upon Us!

This has been an expensive month. Between buying the house and furnishing it, Matt and I have taken "debt" to a new level for the Johnsons. But, boy, has it been fun!

Matt is out collecting much of the furniture that we have purchased over the last month or so. We will have a new fridge, sofa, buffet, and bookshelf waiting for us at our new house! We also bought a sofa and love seat for the outdoor living room that is currently in our garage. Plus, we have an outdoor dining table and chairs, dresser for our room, and a coffee table that are being delivered to the new house this week. Oh, and some art. And new dishes. And bar stools. And airplane accoutrement for Lukie's room. Seriously, moving is expensive.

At first it was the most fun ever decorating the new place! Every piece was lovingly chosen and measured to ensure a perfect fit. But, I'm burnt on shopping. Who thought that could even happen? The coffee table was the biggest challenge, and by the end I just told Matt to pick one and order it. I didn't even like it when I first saw it, but it has grown on me. Now I think it's lovely. Good job husband!

Paint and baby gate purchasing is today's job, and painting begins tomorrow. We have had to adjust our original plan for this week because the sellers (who are currently our tenants (yup, we're landlords)), have had problems closing their escrow. We lost two days, so we had to scrap a few projects, but we're rolling with it. I think a house is a work in progress anyway, right?

Just wanted to write a quick catch-up. I'll post some pics of the house as soon as I can!

Oh, and Luke is 11 months old. What? How come I still have baby weight? As Luke would say, sheesh.