Sam and Rachel are breaking my heart daily....in a good way.
We've hit such a sweet spot in their development that I wish I could stop time and keep them exactly at this stage for a long long time. I'll miss this when it's over. Miss it sooo much. There are things I hope I never forget:
How Sam grabs my arm at the end of diaper changes and clings to me trying to chew on my arm or elbow or hand, whatever he can reach. He just wants more of my attention. It's adorable!
This is the phase of puppy-kisses. They get excited and want to kiss and don't know how. So instead they lick. They lick my face, my arm, my shoulder, my sleeves. It's fabulous, it's heart-warming. In church on Sunday Samson kept licking/sucking my shoulder where my short sleeve had been pushed up. He kept pulling his head back, seriously inspecting my shoulder and then attacking again with his soft wet licky tongue. The elderly lady behind me nearly lost it. "Oh my gosh he's so cute. He sure loves his Mommy," she said. "They're baby kisses," I replied. "They're wonderful," she said trying not to laugh in the middle of the service.
This is the phase of laughter for no reason. Yesterday evening as we were in the kitchen making dinner, we hear Rachel laughing from the playmat. She has squirmed her way around so she is perpendicular to Sam instead of parallel to him as we left them. Her feet are close to his chest and everytime he tries to roll over he touches her feet.... and she laughs and laughs and laughs. It's adorable, nearly brought me to tears.
As I've said before, Sam laughs all the time. At church a lady came up to say hello and he laughed and laughed at her .... perhaps it was her voice? Perhaps he liked her smile? Perhaps he was just so darned happy, he had to laugh and share it with someone? He charmed her to pieces, she couldn't get enough of him and of course laughed back.
This is the stage of talking and singing and new sounds that delight them. Rachel will talk herself to sleep some nights and sometimes during the day you could swear she's trying to sing. She also has a new high pitched hiccup-like sound that we love to hear. Samson is practising his deep throat sounds and has one that he keeps repeating. It sounds just like the count from sesame street, I am the count ah ah ah ah ah. Every time he does it I smile.
This is the stage of drinking in new experiences...often quietly. :) With the husband taking a week off, we have been doing one outing every day. Sunday was church, Monday was the library, Tuesday was a Baby Talk session at the local rec centre, Wednesday was swimming, today was a walk, tomorrow will be shopping and lunch out. They drink in these experiences with wide eyes and rapt attention, their little brains trying to make sense out of it all. Sam got a little overwhelmed at the pool but all I had to do was hold him close and he was able to watch everything from the safety of my arms and enjoy a good swim. How wonderful to be able to offer such comfort.
It breaks my heart that this too shall pass.
Every day they make me smile, make me laugh, fill my heart with joy. What a blessing to be in this place, to experience this part of motherhood.