**I've had some technical difficulties and haven't been able to post for a few weeks. Hopefully I can get my laptop and this website to get along!
Tim asked me last night if I could have guessed how special my little boy would be to me before becoming a parent. I said definitely not. I wasn't raised around boys and had always dreamed of having little girls. When they laid that tiny little baby boy in my arms, my heart melted and my life changed. Never have I kissed a baby as much as I did Drew. He's certainly different than my girls, but so special to this momma's heart!
And then there are days that he drives me nuts!
I remember the winter he had a bad cold, one of those where his nose was running constantly. We taught him to blow his own nose and were proud that he was so independent in taking care of that chore. It was a few days into the cold that I stopped to inspect his 'tissue', only to realize that he was using Swiffer sweeper cloths to blow his nose! The box was nearly empty! Any Swiffer fan knows how much those darn things cost!!
I knew I was truly broken in as a mom after one particular trip to Sears. My mom and I had taken the 4 kids to get their Christmas picture taken. I had baby Macy in a stroller and was trying to make her happy in her cute little dress. Madie and Emma had wandered off with my mom to look at the pretty clothes in the girls department. Drew was interacting with a mannequin model. She was headless, and wearing a shorter skirt than my girls will ever wear. Drew decided to climb up on the pedestal with her and started belting out a song that made perfect sense only to a two year old. He was dancing and bopping when his poor headless lady friend went flying! She ended up on her shoulders (no head) and the little skirt flipped up. Drew jumped down to retrieve his lady friend, hoisting her back up on her stand into the upright position. I was barely paying attention to all of this, but was impressed and grateful that he had righted the situation without my assistance. With one last shove, Drew sticks up his little hand and shouts "STAY" at the plastic lady, and wandered away like it was no big deal.
I was sitting on the couch one day when Drew came over and kindly put chapstick on my lips. What a sweet boy! Then he motioned to our old schnauzer who was laying in her chair with a somewhat annoyed expression and said, "I put on Abbi face too!" Lovely.
The first White-out adventure made a reputation for Drew. I also got to hear a lot of White-out jokes and threats of gifting Drew with a case of white out. It was the SECOND White-out adventure that really sealed the deal. Poor Drew now has a restraining order from the stuff, not allowed within 10 feet.
Tim and I were sitting in the living room chatting when we realized the two 'little ones' were being very quiet. I said I was sure they had just gone into the kitchen, which meant they were just a few feet away. I walked into the room to find the two of them on the floor. Drew was covered in White-out and in the process of giving Macy a matching paint job. Of course I had to grab the camera.
As Drew sits here snuggled up next to me, I can't imagine life without him. Through all of his crazy adventures, he has a heart of gold. He's the first to run to comfort when someone is sad. He gives me random hugs now and then, 'just because'. He is full of laughter and joy, energy and inquisitiveness, just as a little boy should be. He stole my heart from day one. God gave us this child to keep us humble and to make us laugh. I am forever grateful and even look forward to whatever new stories he will bring.