Grayson - Month 31

You have grown up this month; you are no longer my baby faced boy with chubby legs and rubber band wrists. Your hair doesn’t feel like baby hair any more, it is now the hair of a little boy, course and wiry, and really, really hard to get half a container of gel out of when you decide to style it at 9:00 pm while I am putting your baby brother to bed. You smell like a little boy, pungent and sweet all at once, except right after your bath when you love to rub lotion all over your little boy body. You are mischievous like a little boy, exploring how things work, why they do what they do and if your head will fit between the legs of the table in your room (it definitely fits but just how to get it out is another story). I think you learned your ABC’s overnight, all by yourself; you are an independent problem solver figuring out how to get on the big potty all by yourself, and not wanting any help along the way. It is this newfound independence that tests me most these days; wanting to do things your way, and my realization that you are perfectly capable of doing these things.

But you will always be Grayson, gentle, loving and sweet Grayson; eager to help, whether it be taking your dirty dishes to the kitchen, helping me with laundry or pulling up a stool to make sure Radlee gets clean in the bath. You appreciate the beauty of the world, last night you stopped playing in the backyard to point out the sunset to me, “See Mama, ooh teeny” (ooh pretty) and you always bring me flowers when you go outside, even if it is just a dandelion, it is so special to me I will often put them in water on the kitchen counter. You are as cuddly as always, just bigger now, and you often have to share my lap, which you are still not completely used to.

Thank you for being patient with me while I learn how to be mama to a little big boy. You are the best teacher a Mama could ask for.
I love you the most,
Mama