'Chaser no Chasing..."

I lay in bed with Rob and Chase on Saturday morning. Rob, half asleep, kisses the cat on the ass thinking its our son lying next to him. As I look at Chase's pudgy pink face, and peek down the back of his diaper to catch a glimpse at his tiny baby humps, I wonder how I got to be so lucky. I wonder how and why he picked me to be his mom. Rob and I couldnt have done this on our own....he is far too perfect. And I could have gotten the really really huge kid, or the kid that inherited all my genetic defects, or Robs unpleasant disposition. Nope. I got this perfect little goergeous angel. (Does this thing have spell check?). Rob said this morning he thinks Chase might be a conductor. He waves his arms around in a spastic way. And from 8:30-9:30 every morning he talks our ear off. The talking thing has nothing to do with being a conductor, they seem to be quiet people, although not as quiet as mimes. But my band teacher Goerge Dugan had a lot to say. He also threw things at me and gave me a detention every day.

I pray a lot more since this angel was dropped into my life. I pray that God, whoever and wherever he is, will keep this baby safe, and happy, and to let me be the best Mommy this imperfect world can offer. I cant wait to spoil him with love for the rest of his life. I hope some other members of my family and people in my life feel spoiled with love, too...sometimes? Thats really the only goal in life that matters.