Sweet (Potato) Kisses

Because a sweet sticky face is most often the recipient of my kisses.

And while that is true, I am more than a mom. And I was determined to prove this to the blogging world. Determined to be more than another "mommy blogger". Determined to blog not only about my son, but about all aspects of my life.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love being a mom. These past 8 months have been some of the best months of my life. First smiles, quiet coos, baby soft skin, early morning cuddles, late night nursings......and nothing is quite as calming as a baby sleeping soundly on your chest. But, I am more than just a mom.

I'm a follower of Jesus who tries to love her family and friends with the same extravagant love she has been shown. I'm a wife to a hard-working man who puts his faith and family first. I'm an older sister who is blessed to be able to call her siblings friends. I'm a daughter and a grand-daughter. A niece and cousin. I'm a pet owner to the furriest yet sweetest golden around. I'm a choco-holic and a morning coffee addict. I'm a reader who prefers happily-ever-after to what-could-have-been-but-wasn't. I am a silly song writer (ask the husband!) and a wanna-be runner. I'm a beach lover and a green peas hater. I'm a day dreamer and an automatic transmission driver. I'm a blue jean consumer and a flip flop wearer. I'm a (chocolate chip cookie) baker and a hopeful blogger.

And a mom. A mom who decided to stay home. A mom who serves her baby homemade baby food. A mom who chose breast over bottle and cloth over disposable.

Yet, I'm not just a mom. I am mom. Mom to a sweet 8 month old boy who has chubby thighs and ticklish feet. Who takes after his mom in his thoughts towards peas. Who usually has sweet potato on his face and dirt on his shirt (an inevitable when army crawling). Whose toothy smile can light up a room. Mom to Jace.

This is my life. And I wouldn't want my kisses any other way.

"What's in a name?"

"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

And I thought naming my son was hard work.

I never thought naming a blog would be so difficult. And, certainly, I hadn't planned on publishing it until everything was perfect and complete. Not until I had a catchy, clever name that would stand out among the masses and beckon you to come back for more, a background with colors that would portray just the right balance between being thoughtful and funny, and, of course, not until I had found the most adorable picture of my son. But, here I am, writing my first entry and minutes away from clicking "publish post" and my blog is still without a name.

And yet, while creating a name is important, it shouldn't keep me from connecting with people. From connecting with other moms who are also trying to navigate through the ins and outs of diaper rash, breast feeding, baby proofing, and sleep training. From re-connecting with long-distant friends with whom I so desperately have wanted to remain close with. And from connecting and staying in touch with family members who are just delighted to learn that my son has reached another milestone (he can crawl! well, I think what he is doing is actually referred to as "creeping", but it is just as cute and impressive) or tried a new flavor of baby food (blueberries are a new favorite!).

And so, I will move forward, I will publish my imperfect and incomplete blog and hope to make a few friends along the way.