Remy makes his mum proud

I can't tell if I talk about Remy a lot on here or not. Truth is, these days, everything blends into Remy. There are honestly days, and I don't mean rarely, when the only person I talk to is my boy (until Carl gets home). That is not a complaint. I am going to take a few moments to write about him here because I am his bragging agent. Everyone in this world needs a bragging agent or two, I think. My parents have far outdone their job for me, just ask anyone who has ever talked to them. They talk about all four of their kids with a twinkle in their eye. We've always been told, and perhaps too brazenly believed, that we could do anything, and that we were brilliant. I thank my parents for that, because by the time I was old enough to realize I couldn't actually do everything, I was well on my way to trying.

So, as Remy bragging agent, I already do, and plan to continue to take my position seriously. How to do so without letting it get to his head may be a challenge, because I sure love that boy. A friend said to me the other day, 'I don't know that I've seen anyone so pleased with their child continuously.' It's true. While pregnant with Remy, I didn't have too much premonition about what he would look like, do, or even be named, but I did, for nearly the whole nine months have the overwhelming feeling that he was so content. I adored that about him, even before we saw each other. He has proven my instincts right. Remy is one of the happiest people I've ever known. He seems genuinely delighted by life, and even more so by people. One of my favorite things about him is that he loves people. Loves them. He takes a special interest in strangers that are different looking, or even awkward. Maybe nothing makes me prouder. Remy has gathered friends in a myriad of places: the concierge at the hotel in D.C., the woman sitting near us on the plane, the young black girl who nicknamed him Sunny on the bus, the woman in line near us at the DMV. Where ever we go Remy is a light. He is the best friend maker I've ever had. In his baby blessing in the church, Carl said that he would give hope to people and let them know that they are special. I'm so happy I get to see him do that already. Oh Remy, you are a dear. Also, let it be said, I do realize that Remy is just a normal baby, doing normal baby things, but they are so magical to Carl and I. To anyone with nieces or nephews, neighbor kiddos or babes of your own, i believe you understand. I promise that this blog won't go Remy-centric and I'll keep it under control, but come on, a mom has to do her job here.