His little giggle was so infectious. I miss hearing it so much. I had just got done working out and was sitting on the ground stretching when Corby climbed up in his swing by himself. I found a ball on the floor and started playing "catch" with him and he thought it was the funniest thing in the world.
He loved food so much! I called him my little calorie stealer. He was so in tune with when food was around that he would wake up out of a dead sleep if he heard the microwave open and shut.
He loved to play on the makeshift slide their dada would make them. He loved anything that involved playing with his sissy.
This was taken just hours before he passed away. I have this memory because I remember his outfit I dressed him in that morning. I loved him in that orange shirt. This also reminds me of the memory of his face as I said bye to him for the last time before I walked out the door to go to work.
I bawled like a baby when he got his first hair cut. He was such a good baby during the whole thing
His snuggles! This particular day he was snuggling me after he woke up before I had to go to work. He was the snuggliest baby and I miss having a baby snuggle into me so much.
He was a climber! He climbed on anything his little legs could get him on top of. I remember coming out of the kitchen to find him up here somehow. I have no idea how he got up here, but he amazed me all the time with places he was able to climb to.
I remember chasing him around the last Sunday he was alive. That's when this was taken. I feel guilty because I remember thinking I wish this kid would just slow down so I could go back into sacrament meeting. I'm so glad that I was able to chase him around one last time.
He had the silliest personality! I made me laugh on a daily basis. He had just gotten out of the bath and I was putting lotion on him. I put lotion on his face and rubbed it through his hair and made crazy hair. He immediately started going crazy like he knew what I had done.
Those beautiful blue eyes! This particular day I mixed cheese in with the ramen. Brock told me about how he did it for the kids and they loved it. He said it tasted like a cheese burger... I'd bed to differ, but the kids loved it. Corby looked so cute. You can't really tell, but he's actually curled up in a ball in his highchair. His knees are up by his elbows with his cute little feet sticking out the leg holes. I also have the memory of feeding him ramen noodles for lunch as I was cooking dinner before I went to work that last day he was alive. I hope I never forget him "helping" me cook dinner that last time. I made a ham and stuffing crock pot dinner and would give him little pieces of ham as I made everything too. I never was able to taste it, but Brock text me and told me that Corby beyond loved it. I haven't been able to make it since so I still don't know what it tastes like. I actually still have that last dinner saved in a tupperware in my freezer. It was the last meal that my baby ate and I want to remember that. I don't know when I'll be able to get rid of it.
That memory is probably the biggest one that I want to hang onto the most.
The one that I shared with the SUDC parents was this one:
The one memory that sticks out the most to me is one afternoon I was cuddling Corby to sleep. I was standing beside his crib with his head on my chest and I was rocking back and forth. I remember thinking how much I loved that and I wish that it would never end. I loved listening to his little breaths he would take, and laying my cheek on his soft blonde hair. He melted right into me and was so comfortable laying there. I wish that I could go back and be able to feel his little body laying against mine one last time.
I have so many more that I could tell you about. Maybe for another day.
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