November Goal

I completely forgot to blog about November's goal, so, here's my long overdue post.

This month, I will be going to bed early. And when I say early I just mean by 10pm.

I'm queen procrastinator. And queen of staying up way too late for nothing than to stay up late. I mostly wasting time, only to regret it in the morning when my little munchkin wakes up before I'm ready to. I thought maybe, just maybe, it would be nice to feel a little more rested in the morning. And we all know I suck at sleeping, so I thought by going to bed early, I could at least try to ensure I'd get a little more shut eye in...even when I wake up way too many times in the middle of the night and have a hard time falling asleep. Oh, the genes I've inherited.

Here's to a month full of more sleep. More sleep! Sounds glorious, right?


Rock Star

Ever since the day he was born, Preston has loved music. In those early months where crying never seemed to end, we could always count on this song to ease his tears. The second he would hear it, the crying would stop. Instantly. It was like magic. And I knew right then and there, that Preston was going to develop his dad's love of all things music.

This little youtube video also got played on a near regular basis, and was another one of our saving graces. I remember over the summer, Preston had just turned one, and we were staying at my parents house. My dad was playing this video for him, and he started to sing along. My dad and I both looked at each other like, DID HE REALLY JUST DO THAT? Yes, yes he did. He's always been bright. And, like I've said, he's always loved music.

The other night I was trying to put Preston to bed. It had been a rough day. Really rough. He fought every urge he had to not let me put him to bed that night, but, like music has always done, and pretty much right on queue, the second I started singing to him, he calmed right down. That's one of my favorite parts of our day, whether it's for naps or bedtime, I always sing him three songs before laying him down to go to sleep. Even if he's being squirmy, whiny, or just plain angry, music is our saving grace. Always. I had just finished singing him I Am a Child of God, and was about to stand up to go set him in his crib, when he did his little rocking motion in my arms, as if, to tell me, no mom, keep rocking me, you're not done yet. So, I rocked a little longer, and that's when he started to sing to me I Am a Child of God. I almost had tears in my eyes, because it was the sweetest thing in the world, and of course, that little moment erased all of the bad from that day.

Those tender moments are my favorite.

I'm so glad this morning I caught this on camera. He's my little rock star.  And oh how I love him.