It’s hard to believe, but Macallister is 9 months old. That’s right; he’s officially been on the outside longer than he was on the inside. It’s amazing to reflect on how many incredible experiences we’ve shared so far. It feels like it was just a couple weeks ago that we were bringing him home for the first time. I remember those first few nights getting up every 10 minutes and walking over to him to make sure he was still breathing. I couldn’t believe they let us newbie parents leave the hospital with him! The days and nights since have all seemed to go by in some sort of really fast blur and here we are 9 months later. It’s been fun to watch him learn and develop his own personality. Every milestone has been exciting and I’ve found myself consistently saying “this is my favorite age” for every age so far. From the time his first smiles, to when he started being awake more than he slept, to his first rollover, and all of his interactions with the dog, it’s been so much fun. Now he is crawling all around the house and pulling himself up and standing, and making all the noises he possibly can, and smiling so big and proud of himself which each new thing he learns. But what really gets me is the way he reacts when he sees mommy and daddy. Both in the morning when he wakes up, or when I arrive to take him home from daycare, he gets a huge smile, kicks his feet and waives his arms and makes a loud, excited “ahhhhhhhh.” My heart literally melts every single time! I cannot get over how this little miracle of a boy makes me feel every single day. It really, truly is amazing how you don’t realize how you could possibly love someone so much, until you have a child. He’s the inspiration for everything now. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you little man, and I look forward to every minute that I get to spend with you!
Side note: He was actually 9 months old on Monday, but who really has time to write a blog post with a 9 month old!
It doesn’t get much better than this. Monday. The day most of us look forward to the least, as it means back to work, back to the grind, and five long days until the weekend. However, Mondays have a different meaning in our house these days, Mondays are GrammaRama Day: Where two Grandmas come to play!
After my wife returned to work after three months of maturnity leave, Mac was cared during the work days by his grandmas. Who better to provide the love and attention while we were at work. And how fortunate of us to be able to have both sets of grandparents close enough to see him so often! We had it made too, my mom and mother-in-law would plan the week out for us, both agreeing to which days they would be there to watch Mac. They would plan around each of their schedules accordingly, but would never seem to agree on who would get three days and who would only get two. It worked out that my mom would take Wednesday mornings because she would volunteer at church wednesay afternoons and evenings. This was perfect for my mother-in-law to take Wednesday afternoons and this became known as GrammaRama days!
Now eventually we had to enroll Mac in daycare and when that time came, we decided that he would go for 4 days, Tuesday through Friday. This left Monday open for the taking. Of course we weren’t surprised to find that it was not difficult to find coverage for Monday. In fact, both grandmas offered to watch him every Monday, because they couldn’t imagine only getting him every other week. Obviously this wouldn’t be the only time they would see him, the grandparents get to see him for dinners or getogethers pretty regularly. However, if the opportunity was to see him every Monday, neither of these two would turn that down. For the last two plus months, Mac has been lucky enough to have a GrammaRama Day every Monday! He looks forward to each Monday, and I know both of his Grandmas do as well.
Yesterday, however, was an even more special day. My dad, Papa Paul, came over in the morning with my mom and Grandpa Steve, aka Beepa, came over with in the afternoon with Grandma Pam. I try to tell them all how much this means to us to be able to have them care for him. When I asked about compensation, they always turn us down and my mom even goes as far to ask how much she has to pay! (FYI, she’s funny) Mondays are special in our house especially yesterday. What a great day! Mac had a Double GrammaRamaGrandpaRama Day!