Raising Helm

Beckham is 4 months old today and I just can't believe it! Every day he learns something new...and so do I! As his personality starts to shine more and more, I am in awe of Gods perfect plan. Obviously, Travis and I will have more children someday (not any time soon, so don't get too excited) and they will all have different personalities, likes, and dislikes, but Beckham has this fierce personality that fits perfectly in our family. It is like God sent this fierce, independent, fiery soul to us knowing that he would fit right in. 

Every day is an adventure with Beckham. One thing that both Travis and I (as well as most of our families) have noticed right off the bat is that Beckham likes to do everything himself. From the time he was 7 weeks old he could hold his head up and sit in our laps. Now that he is a little older, he refuses to lounge back on us. He insists that he sit up like a big boy. Of course he still needs some assistance, but he is either sitting up or standing. He also refuses to be cuddled. Whenever a "new" person comes over to meet him, they always want to hold him close and cuddle him (who wouldn't want to cuddle that sweet thing?!). It only takes about 5 seconds of cuddling before Beckham screams. He wants to see everything in his little world, so again he "insists" that he be held facing outward. 

Whenever Beckham is laying down he is CONSTANTLY moving. I can't emphasize "constantly" enough. His arms and legs are always moving. Now that he knows how to roll over, I will lay him on his play mat while I do chores, come back 10 min later and he is off of his play mat and turned 360 degrees. By the time he is 2 or 3, I probably won't need a gym membership any more, I will get my workout from chasing him around constantly!

Besides his wiggling little body, Beckham has these facial expressions that are priceless! Whenever someone new comes over, he furrows his brow at them. It's like he's thinking "Who the heck are you?" 

When he is about to cry, he pouts his bottom lip and makes these big sad eyes. It is heart wrenching, but also adorable. 

He has started to laugh on a regular basis and it is heavenly! He loves playing patty cake, singing "I'm a little teapot" and weirdly enough, he likes having the blanket thrown on his face and whipped off suddenly. He is SUCH a weirdo! But every time we do it he just laughs and laughs. 

Now I have to share some funny mom moments with you. 

About a month or two ago, Beckham smelled funky so I went to change his diaper. He was still in his jammies from the night before. I unbuttoned his jammies, took off his diaper and he pooped...only it wasn't in his diaper. Somehow the diaper must have shifted and poop was running down his leg and had filled up the leg of his jammies. I started laughing/crying/screaming for Travis, got Beckham out of his jammies and ran into the bathroom and turned the shower on and just held him under the shower head. It was SO nasty!!!

Nursing moms will understand this one. 

I don't know how other moms do things, but at least 6 days a week, I look like crap. My hair is always in a pony tail and I'm always in sweat pants. If you catch me on a good day, I will be in my fancy sweat pants. AKA my "fancy pants." Well I took my pony tail out so I could lay down. About a half an hour later I went searching for it and couldn't find it. I gave up and grabbed a different one. A little while later I went to feed Beckham and found my hair tie in my bra. How on earth it got there is beyond me! Apparently nursing bras are good hiding places! Plus, my boobs are so ginormous I could probably hide a small kitten in there. 

Of course there are TONS of funny stories I could share. Most of them are forgotten by the end of the day, mostly because the same things happen every day. 

Eat, Sleep, Puke, Repeat.

Sometimes I feel like I am living in a real life horror film when Beckham's projectile puke closely resembles that of the Exorcist. 

Even in the unglamorous moments motherhood is so joyful. It is pure. The greatest thing about motherhood is that I have the ability to raise a person to be honest, kind, and selfless. I have the ability to love him and show him what unconditional love feels like. I have the ability to teach him how to treat others--especially women. I can teach him respect and honor. This job is by far the greatest form of service that I have ever done. And even though I am almost always covered in crusty puke, being sucked on, scratched, pulled, and peed on, I live for the here and now. I know the unglamorous aspects of motherhood won't last forever. Someday he will grow up and be a man with a family of his own. And when that time comes, he won't need his mommy any more. So, right now, as I judge the cleanliness of a shirt based on the amount of puke encrusted on it, I throw on some deodorant, pull my hair into a pony tail, and allow my heart to be full knowing that at this moment, I am my son's whole world. 

<3

Love,

Lindsay