I've thought to myself over the last few days that Peter is starting to feel like a friend of mine. Even more than my child, he's becoming my friend too. I mean, he's still one of those really high maintenance friends that makes you wonder why you're still hanging out with them, but you keep making plans to see each other because it's always worth it somehow.
I remember one of my favorite bishops commenting to me about how wonderful children are, and he said "they become your best friends". I hadn't heard that sentiment before, but I'm beginning to understand it.
Often times when Peter wakes up in the morning, or from a nap, and I'm genuinely excited to see and play with him again. He is getting to be more and more capable every day, and he's really starting to get the hang of the program around here (sometimes he does things my way even better than Marty does... hehehe)
He's such a ham, and he laughs at almost all of my jokes. I get to be a 100% goofy around him and he loves every minute of it. You don't find that kind of friend just anywhere.
Today he found one of Marty's beanies and wanted to wear it all morning. He even wanted to leave it on for his nap today. I went it to get him after he woke up and he still had it on. Funny boy.
He and Carolyn decided to stagger their naps today so I got more one on one time with each of them than I usually do. He has this blanket (as seen in the above picture), that he carries around the house and always takes to sleep with him. He sucks on the corners of it (ewwww) and makes a humming noise while he sucks. Well today I was basically being a jerk and teasing him by making that humming sound back at him and he thought it was the funniest thing ever. Laughed his head off. I have to hand it to him, he has a fantastic laugh.
Peter doesn't do anything halfway. If something is funny, it is REALLY funny; and if something bothers him, you will know it in no uncertain terms. At least you always know where you stand.
Today was a good day. And good days make it easy to rejoice in all the fun and joy of motherhood. I wish I could share that feeling of my heart swelling up in my chest. Like I'm eating an ice cream sandwich that's blowing my mind and I want to give others a taste so they can share in appreciating how amazing it is. "You HAVE to taste this!"
Does this face not just make your heart burst? It does mine.
Bad days are not as fun as an ice cream sandwich to share, but without the bad days the good ones wouldn't stand out so well.
And without fail, on every good day, I think to myself that all of the bad days are worth it.
