I have a confession to make. I have an emotional and sentimental reaction to the sight of my sons feet! I can not explain this reaction fully other than to say that from the moment he entered this world I have marveled at the sight of them. It has always been the sight of his feet that overwhelms me with the miracle of his creation…..the beauty and wonder of his form, structure, and unique nature. His FEET….not his eyes or face or head or body or personality but His feet. It’s a curious thing I admit but I can not count the times that I see his feet and tear up with the very thought that Damon and I made this perfectly wonderful human being. I told Damon the other night that I want to make a sculpture one day of ALL of Sullivan’s shoes. A time line of his life with his shoes.

So here is one of many photographs that I have taken of my little boys feet. Reading a book with Daddy before Night Night. A favorite feet time for me as he and Daddy always curl up on the big chair and read stories and Sullivan insists that I sit in the other chair and listen along and the other chair always provides me with a perfect sight of his little feet sitting and listening to his Daddy read. I think when I am old and Sullivan is gone off in the world and away from our home I will most remember sitting and listening to his Daddy read him bedtime stories and remember this very image of the feet from underneath the book.

Damon and I just finished watching the HBO series John Adams (which was AWESOME btw).
Well Sullivan watched one of the episodes with us and we couldn’t help but capture a picture of our 26 month old watching some American history 🙂

Sullivan is already a Master at the manipulation technique of “When Daddy says NO go ask Mommy”.

This first picture was captured during one of his 10 minute routines of this technique. He loves to play the violin but he is not allowed to play with it by himself so he knows he has to come ask one of us to open it. Well he pulled the violin down from the shelf and carried it over to Damon and asked him to “Omennit” which Damon replied with a “not right now”. So Sullivan then turned immediately around and walked the violin case over to me saying “Mommy omennit?” which I replied “what did your Daddy say” which I think he interpreted as go ask your Daddy which then led to repeated rounds of the previous routine several times. I captured some pictures during it as it was too cute. Eventually it was time for Daddy to “omennit” and so Sullivan enjoyed some violin time.

You know sometimes you see your child engaged in an activity or with a certain expression and you get a glimpse of the future that is ahead. Well these two shots were one of those moments. At first when Sullivan wanted to climb onto this bike I thought he’s just a baby…he won’t be able to sit and hold on and then low and behold up he climbed up all by himself and sat there like a big boy and all of a sudden the image of a 5 or 7 year old Sullivan hit me. An image of a young boy riding his bike around the neighborhood and trying to jump ramps like his older friends taught him to do. Then later again when he was eating pizza at the birthday party. Usually we have to cut up the pizza into small bites for him to handle and chew and I looked over today and there he was standing holding a FULL slice all by himself chewing away big bites like some teenage boy scarfing down a snack in between basketball practice and piano lesson. There seem to be less and less baby moments these days and more and more big boy moments and oh how I wish I could have just one day back of that tiny 6 lb. baby. The tiny baby that was strange and scary to me at the time. The tiny baby that I worried about and wished was older and could do more. Now that I am more confident and more secure with my Mommyness….I want to go back and do it again with the knowledge and the information I have now. So for now I just grab him and force him into a baby hold and rock him for as many seconds as he will allow which is usually zero. …zero seconds before I hear “Down, Down”.