Early Morning Moments

I am soooo not a morning person but it seems that my most precious moments with my son happen before the rest of the world is awake so I think my outlook is changing.
I received my wake up call at 5:38 this morning. After sleepily trudging up the stairs and swinging open the door to the nursery, I found my precious baby boy sitting up, whining, with his pacifier half way hanging out, holding tight to his lovey who we call "Doggie."
I reached out for him, he fell into my hands and I almost missed the blessing of his familiarity with this routine, my arms and the comfort they bring him.
I settled into my rocker and as I nursed him I dozed in and out a bit. (He does not usually wake me this early, I am pretty sure he is cutting tooth #2) When I was sure he was finished I picked him up and put him against my shoulder to rock him a bit more. I love to listen to the sound of his breathing, steady and peaceful. All of the sudden he pushed off of my shoulder, looked me in the face and with his tiny little hands did the sign for "more" and "milk." I almost fell out of my rocker!
I have been doing signs with Sullivan since he was 3 months old. I started right after his first surgery. I was devastated that he could be in so much pain and I didn't know. I wanted him to be able to communicate with me as soon as possible so that I would be able to save him from that if it ever happened again.
"More" and "Milk" were the first signs I chose to teach as they were the most useful. He has been doing "more" for about a week now but from him it looks a lot like he is clapping so it is hard to tell the difference. Pair it with "milk" though, and it is undeniable!
My baby spoke to me this morning! He said, "More milk Mama!" and I obliged!

Almost here!

So sorry for the long break folks. Vacation just plain wears me out! I know, I know...Waaa Waaa right?
Well, my favorite holliday is quickly approaching and I have decided to dust off my rarely worn "Artsy Fartsy" hat. (I know she will take offense to this comment so my early apologies go out to the Queen of Artsy Fartsy herself, my mom. Hey, does that make her Queen Art Fart? He He Love you Mom!) I have decided to make Sullivan's first Halloween costume. After many hours of examining fabric and patterns at 3 different stores, I have gathered all of the necesary notions and am ready to start. Oh you read it right folks, I am going to sew. A clown costume to be exact and you just wait. He is going to be the cutest clown you ever did see!

My mom made my Halloween costumes when I was a wee one and now I am hoping to follow in her footsteps. I was a clown for a couple of years, Mickey Mouse, a black widow, a witch, a black cat and many more. It was such a fun holiday. Mom had so much fun dressing us up and letting us become a different character for a day. Fantasy. I loved it too. This is what I hope to pass on to my kids. A love for fantasy, an active imagination and of course the lasting need for minor dental procedures. 8 )

I will be sure to post pictures.