We've gone mobile...constantly. This boy is tiring me out and he's not even a year old. He's growing too fast, learning too much, spinning out of control. From one minute to the next I feel like I'm reintroducing myself to this little person because each day he is new and different and he's doing something I've never seen him do before. It's wildy wonderful but at the same time reminds me how darn fast time passes us by.
I want to soak every second up.
I want the naps we take next to each other to last longer.
I want each day of his life to be as wonderful as these past 270 ish days have been.
I want to always feel his little head on my shoulder when he's sleepy.
I want to see him and his dad playing on the floor even when he's 18.
I want time to slow down...just a little.
Reading to my Animals
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
9 months old!
When children turn 9 months do they all of a sudden go from baby to little person? It seems almost impossible that just last April this little being came out of my belly and is now toddling around. It really is amazing to see him exploring his little world while doing it so expertly.
We're finding though that instead of being able to sit on the couch gooing and gaaing all over Aedan we're now on the move! He has a little walker that he runs laps in through the kitchen, dining room, and living room chasing the dog and poking at the cat. He goes for everything. Has to touch everything.
I also kind of made the mistake of giving him a bell that "was" an ornament on the tree. I was taking down the tree one day and he heard the bell "ting." He turned around so fast at the sound that I had to give it to him. Minutes later he was making the rounds in his walker ringing the bell. It's a weird thing...it's now his favorite toy. All I have to do is ring it and he comes running! It's almost like the Pavlov experiment with the dog and salivation (all of you pychology students should remember). Now if I can only figure out how to use it in come constructive way. hmmm?
Last night at dinner sitting in his big boy high chair he just screamed. Not because he was mad, tired or hungry but because he found out that he has vocal cords - high pitch, low pitch, growling screams, and la la la's. And boy does he have vocal cords. I thought at one point he was going to shatter all of the glassware we have in the dining room. I turned to look at Pat and asked him where this kid came from because we're just not sure sometimes.
We have up and down issues with sleep. I've given in to the fact that "sometimes" he will be in bed with us. We try to keep it at the sometime level though. I still hold my breath every night when I put him down hoping that WE'LL make it to the next morning all snug in our OWN beds. Every day is an unexpected adventure of learning, laughter, love, and exhaustion. And each morning I'm ready to do it again.
A lesson from a friend that I'm trying to focus on was about drawing in blueberries and not worrying about the stains. Sometimes the stains we make in life are the best parts and the process to making those stains even better. I'm trying to get better at relaxing my sometimes neurotic self and allow this little boy to be the best stain-maker he can be instead of the stain-maker I'd like him to be. I think that's where a lot of parents get it wrong. We try so hard to do everything right that we miss the wrong turns in life that are supposed to have been there all along.
Happy new year everyone.
We're finding though that instead of being able to sit on the couch gooing and gaaing all over Aedan we're now on the move! He has a little walker that he runs laps in through the kitchen, dining room, and living room chasing the dog and poking at the cat. He goes for everything. Has to touch everything.
I also kind of made the mistake of giving him a bell that "was" an ornament on the tree. I was taking down the tree one day and he heard the bell "ting." He turned around so fast at the sound that I had to give it to him. Minutes later he was making the rounds in his walker ringing the bell. It's a weird thing...it's now his favorite toy. All I have to do is ring it and he comes running! It's almost like the Pavlov experiment with the dog and salivation (all of you pychology students should remember). Now if I can only figure out how to use it in come constructive way. hmmm?
Last night at dinner sitting in his big boy high chair he just screamed. Not because he was mad, tired or hungry but because he found out that he has vocal cords - high pitch, low pitch, growling screams, and la la la's. And boy does he have vocal cords. I thought at one point he was going to shatter all of the glassware we have in the dining room. I turned to look at Pat and asked him where this kid came from because we're just not sure sometimes.
We have up and down issues with sleep. I've given in to the fact that "sometimes" he will be in bed with us. We try to keep it at the sometime level though. I still hold my breath every night when I put him down hoping that WE'LL make it to the next morning all snug in our OWN beds. Every day is an unexpected adventure of learning, laughter, love, and exhaustion. And each morning I'm ready to do it again.
A lesson from a friend that I'm trying to focus on was about drawing in blueberries and not worrying about the stains. Sometimes the stains we make in life are the best parts and the process to making those stains even better. I'm trying to get better at relaxing my sometimes neurotic self and allow this little boy to be the best stain-maker he can be instead of the stain-maker I'd like him to be. I think that's where a lot of parents get it wrong. We try so hard to do everything right that we miss the wrong turns in life that are supposed to have been there all along.
Happy new year everyone.
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