A Smile.

First: 

Kameron had his 2 month check up.

I don't think it's any surprise that he's a chunk.

Height: 24 inches.

Weight: 14.1 lbs.

Percentile: 95th.

We have ourselves a big boy.

Second:

Someone at work asked me what my favorite part of being a mother was.

I knew it instantly.

So without hesitation I said, "When he smiles at me."

I'm sure my "favorite motherhood" moments will change and morph as Kameron and our other children grow and mature.

I'm sure some day it will be watching them do their talents, cooking Christmas goodies, or having late night chats over grilled cheese sandwiches.

But for now...Kam's talent is filling up his diaper in one blow, Christmas is not here, and neither him or I can make it late in to the night. (With or without the possibility of a grilled cheese being involved.)

That kid's smile though...I live and breathe for it.

And I still don't even have a picture of his BEST smile.

His best smiles are when there's no camera around and we're just playing back and forth.

I hope to document it someday, but for now...his best smiles are preserved in my head.

There is nothing more amazing than when he sees my face and gets a big smile on his.

His toothless grin makes my heart melt and all is forgiven.

I've forgotten that he spit up all over me at church.

I've forgotten that he woke me up 4 times the night before due to a growth spurt.

I've forgotten that he exploded all over his freshly put on outfit.

All I can think of is the way his eyes sparkle.

And the dimples on the right side of his face.

And his chunky cheeks.

And his squeal of delight in his valient effort to laugh.

Yep.

It's for certain.

That smile...is my favorite part of being a mother.