August 14, 2015

James Weston Dew Is TWO!

Two years ago we welcomed our second, and most likely our last, baby.

Happy birthday James Weston!

I could say all those cliche mom things like, "we don't know what life would be like without you in it" and "two years has gone by so fast" but I won't bore you with those sentiments.  Instead I'll leave you with a little glimpse into life with James for the past two years.

James added a whole new level of love to my heart when he was born.  My heart swelled bigger than it had ever been and I don't think I've ever been so in love as I was the moment he was born.  I probably shouldn't say that because I have another child but it's true.  I felt things when he was born that I had never experienced before.  It could be because he was a boy and it could also be because we had a lot more alone time than I got with Kendall.  Either way, my heart doubled in size that day.

He's the most adorable hunk of chunk I've ever laid eyes on.  I swear that boy is too cute for his own good.  I know everyone thinks their kid's the cutest but my golly, that boy is delicious.   The other night I studied his little folds because while he still has that chubby part left he's getting really tall and leaning out so I know it's just a matter of time before that last bit of babyness is gone.  He's always been the chubbiest baby I know but every day he's looking more and more like a little boy.  Thank goodness for those puffy pillow cheeks, as long as he has those he'll still look like a baby.

James keeps me on my toes at all times.  I mean, the kids already had a broken leg for crying out loud.  He's rotten to the core and is usually up to no good.  He climbs all the things, gets into drawers he shouldn't and hits his sister any time he gets the opportunity.  He is smart too.  We've had to rig our doors so that he can't get outside because if he even senses for a minute that the he can escape, he will.  At the park he will climb the tallest thing and try to jump off.  It's totally scary and from what I understand it's totally a boy thing.  Whenever I share a picture of him at least one comment with say how ornery he looks and it's true, he is.

He's started talking a bit more lately and his latest words are "motorcycle" and "Popsicle" which he confuses and mixes up but it's really adorable.  He calls Jimmy "daddy-o" all of the sudden and it makes everyone laugh who hears it.  It's never "daddy" or "dad" or even "dada", he's always "daddy-o" and it's always my favorite.  Every morning when he wakes up the first words out of his mouth are, "I ride tractor?" and I always say, "not today buddy" {we don't even have a tractor} and he always says, "pease".  Melts my heart.   Jibberish is still his main form of communication though.

The sleeping department has taken a turn for the worse lately.  James has always been a good nighttime sleeper.  Naps were nonexistent till he was about 10-11 months but he slept through the night starting at 3 months.  For the past yearish he's been sleeping a solid 10-12 hours at night, going down at 7 and sleeping till 8-9.  But since our vacation, almost a month ago, he's been fussing to go down and waking up at 6:30.  He also started climbing out of his crib this week.  We're working on that.

His daddy lights up his life.  When Jimmy gets home from work he wants nothing more to do with me and it's all daddy until bedtime.  But daddy gets to do fun stuff like take him on the RZR and 4-wheeler so I don't blame him.  He's also his daddy's mini me, so there's that.  He loves his sissy.  It's a love/hate relationship really but it's more love than hate.  She's the first one he'll say "sowwy" to and he will randomly lay his head on her and snuggle.  But they fight more than they snuggle so don't get what I'm saying confused.  But those rare moments they are sweet make me realize why we had another baby.

Two years ago life got a lot more hectic but it also got a lot more love.  James has made our family what it is today, crazy, loud, chaotic and loads of fun.  We will never be bored with him around, that's for sure.  He's messy but he's the best.  I couldn't ask for a more perfect fit for our family.  He's exactly what we needed.

Happy birthday James Weston, you light up our lives.


  1. I cannot believe he is two already! Happy birthday, sweet James!

  2. That smile... I love seeing it on my fb and on the blog. Seriously thought...TWO! Happy Birthday Big Guy! I study Oliver's rolls every day because I know when #3 gets here it will be more about its rolls then Oliver's. The remedy to the tractor question is to get him a battery operated one... O loves his and he quit asking to ride the big ones, well until Monday when Tim showed him the new combine now he just wants to ride in the "bombine".

    PS: I believe this post explains O to a tee too... Replace your K with my C and I think we have the exact same kid, except "daddy-o" is "pops".