Family Bio - Weston

I realized earlier on that in order to be considered as a potential adoption family, it may be a good idea to introduce ourselves to all of you. Unfortunately there is no simple way to do that, we all have a rich history, and a tragic past that taints our biographies.
 (More on that later....we I can muster up the courage.)

Weston- Weston is three and  a half years old. He will be four in March. He is a charismatic, full of life, and spice, little boy. He lives for tractors, trains, airplanes, trucks....etc. He was not adopted, all though I often wonder where he could have possibly gotten so much intelligence, wisdom, and strength. In a nut shell, he is just better than his father and I. I'm in awe of him every day, in the way he learns, grows, and accepts.
Weston loves the way I do, with his whole heart. While that is a blessing, it is also somewhat of a curse. With your whole heart on the line, it tends to be broken easily.
We spend a fair amount of time trying to explain the complex workings of the universe in a simplified manner; "son, sometimes things just are the way they are." It never seems good enough, it never is. His curiosity spans across everything he comes into contact with, directly or indirectly. He doesn't ask where the airplane is going, he asks how a heavy object can fly through the sky. He is an exceptional human being. I, on the other hand, get some interesting looks from strangers when I am explaining propulsion, velocity, and magnitude to my baby boy.
Right now we are working on manners (which he is excelling in) and going to preschool...........he's still not so sure that is the greatest idea I have ever had, but he bounces out of Ms. Jamee's preschool every Tuesday and Thursday invigorated and excited to tell me all about it. I make him go every day, despite his desperate attempts to guilt me into letting him stay home......and he is pretty great at guilt trips. I drive him twenty five minutes every day to a preschool, because it is the best in the Basin. He deserves the best. I figured the driving would be a major inconvenience but it gives him just enough time, without distractions, to tell me his concerns, thoughts, worries, and on the way home his excitement, victories and knowledge. I love that time.
Weston has been my motivation for quite some time now. His life has been complicated with details outside of his or I's control since conception. His pregnancy was too short, I had no amniotic fluid and he was in distress for much much too long. We spent ten days in the NICU and left on oxygen. My little five pound baby caught up quickly, he was fourteen pounds at his two month appointment. He has been growing uncontrollably ever since. At three and a half he is well over forty pounds, and over the 100% percentile for his height.
This adoption process started for us when Wes sat straight up, after playing on the floor in front of us and said "Mommy, it's time for you to find a baby for our family." My eyes felt with tears, and we began to tell him that it was a hard process. His insistence and faith have been contagious and we cannot agree more with him. It's time.
Weston gathered up all of his toys that are "safe for baby to play with" and put them on his bunk bed, waiting. If I even look at them wrong, he warns me to "leave them alone, they are for my baby."
The best response I have is "I'm working on it."

More on my little man later. :) He needs some "twaberry milk" right now."