Update.. January 2013
So I haven't done a "what you're doing now" post for a while...so here you go.
Christmas: Man you loved the wrapping paper. You would rip the tiniest pieces of paper off, look at me, squeal with joy, and then proceed to eat the paper. You really liked your spinning top, Turtle, Camelbak bottle and, of course, Christmas cookies. Duh..you are my son after all.
You have a lot to say these days. Most of it is still a mystery to me and Dad, but best I can understand you love your Kitty and Lucy, the light and Fan and your Daddy. You like to point and have me you tell me what you're pointing at, and you ponder everything I tell you. Sometimes you even try to make your mouth move in the same way that mine does.
Walking...well you like to walk when holding on to things. You'll push the kitchen chairs until you hit a barrier, walk around the coffee table and push your baby walker from one end of the house to the other. It's scary to let go..I know, son. But someday you will let go and you will know that this great big world is yours to explore. Much like your mama you have to be ready to let go, and you're not there yet. And that's ok. Because when you are, you will take off.
You still LOVE music. Tonight we danced together to the likes of James Taylor, Tim McGraw and Kermit the Frog. When you are in my arms, with your head on my shoulder, I pray for time to stop, because to me, the world can't get more perfect than it is in those moments. Now I know that's silly, because for the last 15+ months I've had so many "perfect, stop time moments" that I know there will be more in future. So time goes on, and I look forward to the next moment with you when I feel like my heart will explode with joy. And just for the record, that will be the next moment I see you. Because I know tomorrow morning when I walk into your room you will squeal with joy and jump up and down simply because I've come in to your room and my heart will melt.
Thank you for bringing such joy to my world. I love you.
Mama
Christmas: Man you loved the wrapping paper. You would rip the tiniest pieces of paper off, look at me, squeal with joy, and then proceed to eat the paper. You really liked your spinning top, Turtle, Camelbak bottle and, of course, Christmas cookies. Duh..you are my son after all.
You have a lot to say these days. Most of it is still a mystery to me and Dad, but best I can understand you love your Kitty and Lucy, the light and Fan and your Daddy. You like to point and have me you tell me what you're pointing at, and you ponder everything I tell you. Sometimes you even try to make your mouth move in the same way that mine does.
Walking...well you like to walk when holding on to things. You'll push the kitchen chairs until you hit a barrier, walk around the coffee table and push your baby walker from one end of the house to the other. It's scary to let go..I know, son. But someday you will let go and you will know that this great big world is yours to explore. Much like your mama you have to be ready to let go, and you're not there yet. And that's ok. Because when you are, you will take off.
You still LOVE music. Tonight we danced together to the likes of James Taylor, Tim McGraw and Kermit the Frog. When you are in my arms, with your head on my shoulder, I pray for time to stop, because to me, the world can't get more perfect than it is in those moments. Now I know that's silly, because for the last 15+ months I've had so many "perfect, stop time moments" that I know there will be more in future. So time goes on, and I look forward to the next moment with you when I feel like my heart will explode with joy. And just for the record, that will be the next moment I see you. Because I know tomorrow morning when I walk into your room you will squeal with joy and jump up and down simply because I've come in to your room and my heart will melt.
Thank you for bringing such joy to my world. I love you.
Mama
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