5.16.2011

SWEET LIKE HONEY


The other night Brandon came to me with a serious face.  "We are just about out of soap," he said somberly.

Don't ask me why but it has somehow fallen to Brandon to replace the soap in the shower. I never meant for it to happen, but there it is. It is one of his jobs, like walking the dogs, or putting the iron back where it belongs way up on the top shelf of the cupboard. Or cursing a million times while cutting Petey's hair. Jobs are important in a marriage, don't you think? For instance, one of my jobs is the procuring of household items. And now we are all caught up.

Later that night after everybody was in bed, I grabbed my midnight shower. And I realized he was right. Our soap situation was in distress. So I grabbed for Henrydiddle's baby wash instead.

As soon as that bottle was open and the honey smell escaped I started to miss my buddy. Oh, me and Hank, these days we are pals. He is hysterical lately, laughing at things that are actually funny and scrunching his face up at mashed bananas and tensing his entire body in delight when I put on the YouTubes so Mickey can invite us over to his clubhouse.

Some nights after he is asleep I go over the day we had and feel like I didn't have enough time to properly chew on Henry August's cheeks.

Standing there in the shower that night smelling my baby, I thought about how neat it was that--as it turns out--I like him as a person! I like him hard. Luckily, I am pretty sure he likes me back. And then I remembered what my dad told me one night over the phone when Henry was brand new and I was in a mess of tears because my baby was already three days old and time was going too fast and I was never going to get those first days back.

"Natalie!" he said, "Natalie, that boy is going to grow up! And talk! And he is going to be so much fun! The best part isn't even here yet!"

At the time it made me even sadder (hormones schmormones), but today I can say it: Dad, you were right.

This gets better every stinking day.

30 comments :

  1. Wait until he turns 4. Just...you...wait.

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  2. I am so thrilled you posted this story... my new baby boy is 6 weeks old today and I have cried just about every other day because time. is. flying. And it kills me! I just want the newborn days back! But knowing that it really does get better makes me feel better. A little bit :) (hormones bleeeggggg)

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  3. Sounds like yummy baby body wash! What kind do you use?

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  4. Oh man... Reading your posts and seeing your pictures make me hope and pray my future kids turn out as cute and wonderful as your Huck. I love him and don't even know him!

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  5. I just cannot wait to have a little one of my own! Sounds like heaven, mommyhood does. He's darling, keep enjoying him!

    xo
    Lindsey
    www.lindseyandorlando.blogspot.com

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  6. Just like megs ( except my boy is 7 weeks ) I totally feel like the days are flying! This was a cute post and makes me a little less sad about his growing up.

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  7. what an adorable post :)

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  8. I unexpectedly spent the other night smelling my husband's shirt because he unexpectedly smelled like Buster. I got wistful. So I had nachos. They help with the wist.

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  9. Oh it really is like that, isn't it? Mine is 18 months old and even on the days that I want to send him away to boarding pre-school (tantruming etc) once he's asleep I always find myself smiling and wanting to go in his room and just rock him when he's in a limp and snuggly slumber just because I know these cuddle days will be over before I know it. Bitter-sweet. Great post, as usual.

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  10. kimberlyMay 16, 2011

    it's true :) you're dad is great.

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  11. i love that you have a little best friend to hang out with all day. it sounds like so much fun!

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  12. they are so fun when they start to communicate. then they become little smart allecs and you wish you'd never taught them to speak.

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  13. oh my tears!!! my son is 4.5 and i wish he was little again. but try to enjoy every moment i can with him. i still use his soap every now and then just because i love how he smells after a bath.
    but i'm loving all of the comments prior - just wait. don't wish him to move or to speak. cause when he does - oh look out!! haha but wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

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  14. chills. /maybe a few almost-tears.

    and to think it started out as a post about soap!

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  15. Aww, I had a very similar experience at around midnight-thirty last night. For some reason i decided to re-read my birth story which I haven't done in ages (my boy is 14 months). Puts everything nto perspective!

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  16. Aww, I just love this. Your notes on motherhood make me so excited to someday soon (soon! soon?) be a mom myself. Love this post.

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  17. I felt the same way about my Henry. Now here we are, five and half years later (and a total of FOUR boys whom I call mine!) and it's true. Today Henry was cracking me up! It gets better and better! I promise!

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  18. Oh that chub! Oh that CHUBBBB!

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  19. Well said, fellow mommy. Thanks for the words.

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  20. this is REALLY random... but I went in for a recommend interview the other day and started talking to the stake guy about our future plans etc and he said his son works for ernst and young :) in NY. I told him of you :) how we had friends just get a job there. It made me feel close to you again haha miss ya lots. Good luck with you job and everything. So excited for you.

    oh and his name is Ford Darger...

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  22. I have a 16 month old and I totally agree, it gets better and better. Although, when I think about him growing up, I honestly start to panic inside and my stomach gets tied up in knots!

    http://lifelovesleah.blogspot.com

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  23. How very, very true. I'm so glad I'm not the only one who puts her baby to bed and then misses him!

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  24. I love that your dad said that. I might just bookmark this post and read it when I feel like you did then. :)

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  25. could not agree more. it really does keep getting better. it's amazing that such a little being can be such an amazing friend.

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  26. the most confusingly amazing thing about being a mom: the happiest moments are often the ones that break our hearts; it hurts being a mom!

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  27. what was your post on mamas, moms, and mothers? you and i... we're mamas. such a happy happy time!

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  28. Aw so sweet!! I can't(well I can) until I have a little one of my own! Huck is a cutie pie!

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