My Favorite Boy
Note, not my favorite MAN, that would be Rob but my favorite boy is definitely my little Maximus. You know it’s funny but I think I fall more in love with him and being his mommy every single day.
The first few weeks of Max’s life were totally insane. With Rob here for his birth and then leaving when he was just 10 days old, trying to figure out what the heck I was doing and how we would function for the next year without Rob was just a tad stressful to say the least.
It’s hard because I feel like my perception of motherhood, especially with an infant is so colored by our deployment. We won’t be trying for #2 until Max is at least 3 or 4 years old but my biggest fear is having a pre-schooler, getting pregnant again and finding out that Rob is deploying again. We have heard rumors of another deployment in a few years. And honestly if it happens that way, I may just freak out! Cry, then get over it, put on my big girl pants and get through it again.
But in the meantime I am so enjoying Max at this age. He is 15 months on Friday, which also happens to be Rob’s 28th birthday. We are having so much fun with our little family, just the three of us, entertained by our Monkey and his newest antics.
I wanted to post some pictures but either my computer or blogger is going crazy so I will have to wait!