Everyone receives that warning when you are pregnant. “Be careful not to blink”. I knew when I had my son that he would most likely be my first and last simultaneously. I wanted more than anything that I have ever wanted to not miss a single moment of his precious beginning. It was a major contributing factor in my becoming a stay at home parent. On top of being physically there for every milestone, I also made it a point to photograph every little seemingly insignificant moment in my little guy’s life. I’m that mom on the playground with the iPhone out at all times.
I thought today I would do a photo flash forward of the man, the myth, the legend…the child that graced my world with his presence an astounding 9 weeks early and healthy as a horse. The NICU rock star. The late walker. The speech master. The child that finds ways to communicate even when his understanding is lacking….
Jameson Archer AKA Jpeezy. The center of my universe.
Three weeks before he was born. My shirt says, “Moms Rock”, and I still have it! 😉
Less than a minute old. 4 lbs and 2 oz and 18 inches. Screaming like a banshee with perfectly developed lungs.
Two days old. The first time I ever met my Mommy. This was the first glance into the eyes that she would fall so madly in love with!
Getting my furry self some Vitamin D for my jaundice.
Taking a bottle at 6 days old. Everyone said that I couldn’t…but I showed them!
Going home at 16 days old. See the blankets stuffed in around me? That’s because car seats are meant for 5 lbs and over and I was only 4 lbs and 10 oz.
Our first night home as a family. Look how tiny I am!
3 months and cute as can be!
My first smile! 3 1/2 months old (you know Dadda was the first one to get it out of him)
5 months and with the help of this wonderful contraption…mobile!
7 month little Eskimo buddy!
8 months and yes, I do have a real car seat (and shoes that tie!)
9 months…even then I loved the outdoors! 🙂
11 months and standing…let the mischief begin!
My first birthday!
14 months and still a sunshine junkie!
16 months and finally getting around on my own. Mamma put me to work!
Christmas morning. 17 months.
18 months and the beginning of my love affair with hats!
20 months (and yes, I came home all scraped up in these shorts).
Tantrum town. 21 months.
The day that I turned 2! Ladies, lock up your daughters!
“Wook!” (look) 25 months.
And this is me photo bombing some grandparent’s Christmas photo while Mamma holds my place in line to see Santa (whom, by the way, was scary as anything and I wasn’t having it!).
And now you are all caught up!
I hope you enjoyed a the fast forward as much as I did being a part of it. I love looking back through all of the old pictures and seeing just how much he has grown and matured over the last few years.
I can’t wait to see what is around the next corner for us as every day is a new and exciting adventure when you are a parent.
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.