Awake & Racing

Tonight is the second night in the last week that I've awakened starving between the hours of 2:00 and 3:00 am.  The last time was understandable because I hadn't had much to eat that day, but little man must be scouring my stash tonight because I ate well yesterday.  The perfect excuse to eat a hefty slice of the delicious banana bread I made with Breanna.  Mmmmm......

Before finally deciding to get out of bed and feed my hunger, I laid there thinking about all the little things I don't want to forget about life right now.  I am so blessed and beyond happy and there are so many little things I want to remember.  Like the way:

Teryn trots around like a horse when he's excited about something.  It's extra cute when he's in his blue planet pajamas.  They accentuate his leanness and show off his chicken legs.

Teryn is mesmerized by bubbles in the bathtub.

Tyson looks in his new truck. 

Teryn understands nap time and bedtime and doesn't fight either one. 

Teryn loves to close things, put things in their places, and put garbage in the trash can.  Most times without even being asked.

Tyson chops wood and so effortlessly builds the most amazing fires.

Teryn helps daddy blow the embers to get the fire going.

Teryn runs around the house just because he can.  No more speed walking.

I can feel Ryder breathing inside me when he's in just the right position.

Teryn cuddles up to me and watches while I do my computer rounds every morning.

Teryn grooves to the music with me while we drive.  His sense of rhythm is surprising.

Tyson goes to work so early every morning without disturbing me or Teryn and comes home so happy to see us.

Teryn climbs on (more like steps on) things and waits for me to count to three before he jumps off.  Even something as low-profile as a wooden puzzle.  He thinks he is so cool when he jumps from it to the floor.

My belly waves and jumps and twitches and rolls and bulges.

Tyson so proudly plays basketball with Teryn.

Teryn says "Dada, Daaaaaaaa......Mimi, Miiiiiiiiii!"  (I don't know when I became Mimi instead of Mommy but it's the cutest thing ever.)

Teryn loves to watch me write words.  Daddy, mommy, Teryn, Ryder, kitty, doggy, cow, etc.

Teryn has the cutest words that only we can understand.  "Yiyah, yiyah!" (fire), "Yi" (bye-while waving), "Bampa" (grandpa-he bites over his bottom lip to say the b and p), "Bibiez" (baby), "Ere is" (here it is), "Uh huh" (thank you).

Teryn tries to grab his belly button and pull it out like mommy's.

Teryn puts his hands up and shrugs his shoulders like "I don't know!" and jabbers like he's making a confession.

Teryn has such a soft heart.  It can be frustrating and heartbreaking in times of attempted-discipline, but it's the sweetest thing in the world.

And there's more where that came from.  You can see that 75% of what I want to remember has to do with Teryn.  Within (hopefully) the next week it won't just be me and him hanging out every day.  He's going to have to adjust to another little man in our lives and my attention is going to be forced to split two ways.  Some days, as excited as I am to have another baby, I wish I had a little more time to focus on just Teryn.  He is at such a cute, loveable, impressionable age and we have so much fun.  I just don't want to take for granted all Teryn's adorableness when Ryder comes along.  I know this stage is going to pass all too quickly and I'm going to wish we could have it back.