A Night to Remember

Well, naturally, it's been months since I've blogged. :) Typical!

Despite our newest BIG news (I'm pregnant again! With a GIRL!), what I really wanted to memorialize was a special moment that occurred tonight.

For the past week, Hudson has been refusing to go to bed. He throws insane temper-tantrums--inconsolable, completely unreasonable tantrums. And he was climbing out of his crib and then falling loudly (read: terrifyingly loud) to the floor. All I could think about was one wrong fall, and we could be looking at broken bones--or worse. So in the past week, we've slept on the floor, we've slept in Mommy and Daddy's bed, I've fallen asleep with him in his bed, he's fallen asleep in the rocking chair, we've locked him in the room and he's fallen asleep by himself on the floor. It's been a trying week. I'm frustrated with him. I'm frustrated with myself. And we're ALL exhausted.

So today--all afternoon--we talked about how cool his converted big boy bed is. And when I took him to bed, he seemed sorta into it. Until it was time to get in it, of course. :) But when he asked me to rock him (which is not normally a part of his bed-time routine anymore), I agreed thinking it might help soothe and calm him to the point where he'd lay in his new bed.

Within moments of rocking him, with his arms flung around me and his mouth right by me ear, completely unprompted, he said, "I love Mommy." I. MELTED. "I love you too, Huddy." And then again from him, "I love you."

Seriously--MELT. He just turned two, Chelsea, (Happy Belated Birthday Hud!) he's growing and learning and gets frustrated too. But he loves me. And I really think he knows I love him too--to the moon....and back.