Saturday, May 23, 2009

There's Always A Story


There's always a story behind pictures...

and as I was going through pictures last night on the computer

I remembered so many little details about Reese when he was a baby.

Things it seems one will never forget,

but as time has marched on, sure enough,

those quirky things only come to memory when

a picture brings them back.


I love this picture because it shows a few things Reese loves.

For a while, he was obsessed with sports jerseys. He would change through ten in a day...


He'd run back to his dresser & pull out a new one all the time.


It was fun to find second hand jerseys that didn't cost much &


bring them home to see his face light up at another choice!


Then one day, it just stopped. It's sad...I don't remember the last time he asked for a jersey...



Of course, his paci...his Love from day one on Earth!



Mommy was ready to rip it away at such a young age...


"He's too old for a paci"


Daddy, with his great wisdom, argued a better point.


"What is it hurting? He speaks fine, his teeth are fine. He'll get rid of it when he's ready"


I talked to the pediatrician. I talked to the dentist.


I wanted them to support my side so I could go home & tell Hubby


"See! We must take them away!"


But, no.


The doctors & dentist all said it was OK. That perhaps he *was* too old...


but the pacis weren't hurting anything.



So there we had it.


I gave up the paci argument.


And sure enough, Reese decided that one day he was too old for a paci


and that the Babies needed his pacis.


So we rounded them all up,


he put them in a box


and kissed them away.


He went back for one last goodbye kiss...


opened the box lid & pulled out one last paci...


brought it to his lips, whispered "goodbye",


gave it a smooch


and put it in the box forever.


The Paci Fairy came and brought something exciting & new,


but that box of pacis still sits on the top shelf in the laundry room.


Will I keep them until he's grown?


How can I possibly throw out something that offered such comfort & was so important?


Reese never had a blankie, dolly, lovie..


The pacis were his Lovie.


Vintage baby blankets & worn teddy bears are cute.


Old pacis...not so much.


I look at the box every now & then...but I can't bear to do anything with it.

4 comments:

Mary K said...

These are your stories... why am I tearing up again???? So sweet!

Mary Kay

blessedintexas said...

So touching and so real. The things we moms treasure may seem so trivial to others but sometimes its all we have to hold on to those sweet little stages that we wish would last forever. I'm so glad you kept the box of pacis!

Chandra said...

Oh how precious! You know what Izzy used to do? She would round up all my dirty panties (yes, I said dirty) and arrange them around her neck. She would get a stack of like 10 to 15 panties going and just wander around the house. It was just her *thing* for a while. I have a picture around here somewhere, but I was always kind of embarrassed of it...because, um, they're my DIRTY PANTIES!!!

Stir Frequently said...

Talk amongst yourselves, Girls. I'm a little "verklempted"!!!

Lordy, I do miss those paci days! Who'd a thunk?