letters to my son: on spoiling you

When you have a baby everyone gives you a ton of advice, whether you ask for it or not. One thing everyone told me repeatedly was not to hold you too much because you would get spoiled and want to be held constantly. I completely disregarded that advice.

I hold and cuddle you whenever you cry out for me. Even if it means my dinner gets cold.

I am soaking up these moments and holding them close to my heart, because life is fleeting and I know one day you will be more interested in toys than in my arms. Then there will be friends, sports, parties and girls.

When the day comes (and I know it will) that you prefer to be by yourself in your room than to hang out with me, I will feel sad. But then I will close my eyes and picture myself in this moment, when all you wanted was to be cradled in my arms. I will see your face light up as I reach for you, and I will feel your head resting on my shoulder. And I will smile.

Happy Halloween!

My baby is too little to know what Halloween is, but that isn't going to stop me from celebrating the holiday. He has his costume and candy basket ready. We will be taking him trick-or-treating to my mom's house and I may or may not have told her that Joaquin expects lots of chocolate for his first Halloween. Lucky for me, he shares everything with his mama.

letters to my son: the first glimpse

The first time your dad and I saw you was on Febuary 9, 2011. Even though the doctor and the morning sickness confirmed I was indeed pregnant, it still didn’t seem quite real. Until we saw you. There you were on the ultrasound screen, a tiny head (that actually looked kind of huge compared to the rest of your body) and a heartbeat. As soon as I saw your heartbeat I felt overwhelmed with relief and happiness. Life can be so fragile during the first weeks of pregnancy. But you were safe, your heart beating a mile a minute.

Your dad and I walked out of the doctor’s office feeling thankful and in awe. Thankful that you were safe and growing in my belly, and in awe that such a little life could mean so much to us already.

I was ten weeks pregnant, you were the size of a grape, and already you held our hearts.

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There was a time in my life when I would write in my journal every single day. It didn’t matter if the day was so uneventful that the most interesting thing I could think to write was what I had for dinner. I would still write. And then I stopped. I’m not sure why, but I do know that I miss it. Because of that, I have been playing with the idea of starting this blog for a long time- an online journal where I can write and share my photos. A place to document my life- even the everyday uneventful things. especially the everyday uneventful things. So here it is. My blog.