son. cake.

alright today is cake's turn to talk about prescott. the most dreamy little boy there ever was.

the first thing to know is, like an asshole that i was, my heart sank a little when it was confirmed that we were having a boy. i had had a gut feeling. it wasn't that i didn't love him, i had loved him before i we known it was a him, it was that i was scared. i had grown up with three sisters & had been a mom to a girl, so the idea of raising a little boy was terrifying to me. what if i couldn't be what he needed? what if i wasn't good at playing trucks, or building legos, and not to mention i'm terrible at like 75% of all sports . . . . turns out none of that matters. because being a mom to a little boy is such an honor. the way he loves me, the way he stalks me around the house, the way he needs me is in so many different ways then how georgina did. it's the most innocent and pure love and i can hardly stand it. boy oh boy do i love the way he loves me & i hope i can mirror my love for him so purely and innocently.

prescott since day one was a totally different baby then i had experienced with my first. on the day he was born, saint patrick's day, he nursed and then promptly slept for a solid ten hours straight. like slept through shots & me trying to wake him to eat. he was having non of it. it was a so delightful to start the newborn phase again with a few hours of unexpected sleep. thanks for that little guy :)

he has this "secret" hiding spot that we recently discovered.  wedged between our tv and a chair is a speaker and this little guy is always standing over there.  recently i went over there and looked down and found a little pocket of space where he'd been taking over some toys & markers and dropping them into it. it's the sweetest thing to see him crawl over there with something and drop it into this spot because he has to stand on his little tippy toes to see down into the space to confirm his prize has landed safely in his hiding spot! heart melting.

he loves to sit under the table and push out all the chairs. he will only eat pureed fruit still. he shovels mac n' cheese into his mouth like he hasn't eaten in days. he will crawl at lightning speed to any toy, drink, or book that his sister drops to the floor. he loves to play catch by himself, he'll throw a ball and chase it down, he'll do this over and over again, all over the house. he loves to "pet" snoopy and will point out any dog he sees any where. he talks & babble alllllll the time {just like his dad}, his first word was mama. he laughs out loud at his own jokes & when he does something he deems funny. when he gets in the zone he can play by himself for a good 30-45 minutes.

he hates getting his diaper changed. he hates when we close the baby gates. he hates going down for a nap but almost always sleeps for 90 minutes or more. he hates that he can't run & play like his sister. he hates socks. he hates when i put him down form being held. he hates getting his nails trimmed. he hates/loves being tickled & he is sooooooooooooo ticklish {sorry scotti, thats from me!}

having a second kid is very freeing. it lifts any regrets or short comings a parent can hold onto from their first baby. it showed me that babies come into the world as they are and as a parent we can teach them but we can't change them. mold them, yes; but we can't make a baby smarter, or sweeter, or more thoughtful, or more athletic, or more driven . . .  we can help them develop into who they were born to be.

oh how i love being a boy mom; especially to my little guy. and i love the challenge of finding the best & most cute little boy clothes . . . because, duh (and it's the only sport i'm decent at!!!! ha!)
now, just like yesterday. lots of mommy & prescott never before shared photos to enjoy.



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