Lately, Konor has been getting up every 3 hours to nurse. He stopped this for awhile, but he's on a kick again. Probably a growth spurt. Anyways, I find myself enjoying those times in the wee hours of the morning. I've been just covering us up with our big orange blanket and sleeping with him in the purple recliner we have in his room. I love to snuggle with him and he let's me! I love just kissing him over and over and I tell him "I love you" about a million times at night.
I find the most joy watching my husband play with Konor. They both light up around each other. They are so happy together. Kris gets so excited about every new milestone Konor hits and every new toy that becomes age appropriate for Konor we have to get. Kris is such a good dad. He soaks up all the time, albeit limited, he has with Konor. The great thing is that during their play session, I don't have to do a thing. Kris changes the diaper if needed, will feed him dinner if needed. I only come into the picture if Konor needs to nurse. Anyways, they are such a fun duo to watch. They laugh with each other and Kris talks to him about his toys. Quite the cute pair! I love watching them. Men should never think they are less sexy with a baby! I fell in love with my husband more when I saw him interact with Konor when Konor was just seconds old.
We found the Anchorage "Beach" last weekend. That was amazing! I really enjoyed it! Konor loved taste testing the rocks. We walked along the water and skipped rocks. We found it too late in the day to really enjoy it but we'll go back and with the dogs. I know Pattie and Dug would love it!
As my son grows and my connection with him deepens, I begin to get a better understanding of God's love. I understood God's love more when I was dating Kris and that pursuant heart that is passionately in love. But this love, it's so different and I can't imagine giving up my son for another to be saved. It's an intense feeling. God's love is intense. He truly is a God of love. To give up his one and only son as a sacrifice for me, you, my son... Incredible. That grief he must have felt. He know Jesus would resurrect, but he still had to see his son in pain, confronting death. I am in awe of his love, and I know I always will be.
Well, today at the women's show Konor pooped through his pants, then feel asleep. Babies are so silly. I think he's waking up now. We made it home and he went right back to sleep. He's a good baby. Have I mentioned how much I love him?
Konor will really appreciate this when he's older. Looking back on home movies made when I was first born gives me an amazing feeling and previously unrealized appreciation for my parents.
ReplyDeleteHowever, the old VHS tapes are disjointed and come in and out of static and tracking like fading dreams. This blog is a living, cohesive document. It is amazing that you are documenting his life. I hope you put some movie clips up too. When he says goodbye to his childhood, a part of it will remain on this blog.
Just as I felt when watching my dad assemble my crib back when he had hair and the excitement of youth still in his eye, Konor will appreciate it.