We are quickly learning the meaning of the word "busy." That sounds as if we didn't know what it meant before. One would likely think I am referring to how busy our lives are balancing careers and family life. Oh no... that's the easy part. The aspect of the word that we didn't quite realize before relates to how busy an almost 1 year old boy is. He is constantly on the go, finding something new to get into. His biggest joy in life is grabbing a hold of something that he knows he isn't supposed to have. The minute he gets the opportunity to dig through his dresser drawers, they are instantly empty and he has a huge smile on his face. He thrives on knowing that he pulled one over on his Mommy and Daddy. It's quite cute, but I will never tell him that. :)
Loud.
We are also quickly learning that the first 6 months of Preston's life, he was tricking us into believing that he was a mellow, quiet baby. Not so much these days. He thoroughly enjoys being as loud as possible with whatever means necessary to do so. Be it his voice, blocks slamming, chucking his sippy cup across the kitchen, opening and close cabinet doors or slamming bars of soap (yep soap) on the tile in the bathroom. The boy loves to cause a ruckus. He seems to especially love to talk and yell as loud as he can in the morning when he comes into bed with Mommy and Daddy for "snuggle time." Althought "snuggle time" consistently seems to be a time to climb all over us, yell as loud as possible and provide an occassional smack to the face if we look too comfy. Ha.
Sweet.
Finally, each day throughout all of the loudness and times when it seems all we do is chase Preston, we see more and more of his sweet spirit. His laugh is adorable and rhaspy. He loves to hug and pat our backs at the same time. Each night at bedtime, when we lay him down for bed we say prayers. Throughout prayers he is completely still and silent as if he is speaking with God himself. Its precious and the same every night.
Lucky.
Mommy and Daddy truly are.
