I Want to Remember

I want to remember waking up in the morning with a little body sweat-plastered to my side. I must have pulled him towards me in the night as he is not able to get off of his little lambie-bed by himself.

I want to remember Eamonn trying to roll over from his back to his front and getting sooooo close, but that darn arm is in the way… because he can’t stop chewing on his fist long enough to take it out of his mouth. (14 weeks)

I want to remember his complainy frustrated voice telling me that he is not happy with the status quo.

I want to remember how Eamonn woke up from a nap just as A arrived home from work. I called A over to say hello and Eamonn turned towards A and a large sweet smile spread wide across his face. (15 weeks) A completely melted. (Sigh…)

I want to remember Eamonn almost rolling over at our mom’s group. He managed to get his arm out of the way and almost lifted his head to complete the roll. Every mom who noticed him, stopped everything and cheered him on. (15 weeks, 2 days)

I want to remember Eamonn noticing his hands. He would hold his hand out in front of him and turn it slightly while watching, fascinated.

I want to remember Eamonn finding his feet. (15 weeks, 5 days) He was sitting on my mom’s lap, bent over, saw them and reached for them. He was able to grasp his toes and hold on for a couple of minutes before losing them and needing to try again. His eyes were huge… and so were A’s. He watched Eamonn, spellbound for as long as Eamonn was involved with him toes. A had the largest smile on his face. (I want to remember the love that I felt for both of them.)

I want to remember playing with Eamonn and watching him experience things around him.

I want to remember how Eamonn has begun to sit up on our laps, unsupported, for very short periods of time. (15 weeks, 3 days)

I want to remember my mom and aunt reading a book to Eamonn and watching his eyes fixate on the pictures. (16 weeks)

I want to remember my aunt playing peek-a-boo with Eamonn and listening to his giggles. (16 weeks, 1 day)

I want to remember Eamonn getting soooo close to a complete rollover that I was watching him attentively. And then… when I was on the phone with A who was in Europe at the time, I noticed that Eamonn had rolled over and that I had completely missed it. Then he did it again… and I missed it again. (16 weeks, 3 days)

I want to remember getting up the next morning and laying on the floor with Eamonn determined to get his next rollover on video. And I got it! (16 weeks, 4 days)

I want to remember tickling Eamonn and listening to his hearty little chuckle. (16 weeks, 4 days)

I want to remember moving Eamonn out of our bed and into a crib (with the side off) attached to our bed. He’s still so close but the parents have sleeping space again! (16 weeks, 6 days)

I want to remember putting Eamonn in a swing for the first time and giving him a little push. I really want to remember that his laugh was instant and joyful. (17 weeks, 3 days)

I want to remember A laying on the floor playing with Eamonn, being amazed with Eamonn’s rollovers and with his ability to be on his tummy and chew on a toy. (17 weeks, 5 days)

I want to remember evening walks with Eamonn.

I want to remember the visit with Tante Lee and Nan. And how Eamonn was loved, encouraged, snuggled and kissed.

And last but not least, I want to remember Eamonn’s shocked face. I think that it’s adorable and it makes me laugh every time.