baby rocks.

My blog neglect has been in full force this past month. We went camping, my baby got really sick (just his first flu, but the saddest thing for me ever!), and then we were off to California, and ended up staying 23 days! I’ll do an update on those, eventually, but for now, we’re back. In our apartment, just the two of us during the day again, until daddy gets home of course.

It’s a nice thing coming home to a family of your own, in a home of your own. I look over at this little creature we created out of thin air, and how he’s slowly (quickly) transforming into a real human right before us, and it just baffles me that this is real life. MY life. I look at him standing there, just standing there, all miniature and regular-humanlike, and I can’t get over it. When did this happen? A baby is helpless, immobile, lays on the floor. What I see upright before me, is a pint sized future man. And he moves, and talks, even if I may not understand it, yet.

He took his first steps the other day. My friend is giving him two weeks. It makes me puff up with pride every time he takes a few steps and then throws himself in my arms and squeals with joy. I’m so excited for him to succeed at balancing and moving, but at the same time the other part of me is already starting to mourn the loss of my infant. I had years to prepare for and imagine having a baby, but nine months just doesn’t seem sufficient to prepare for having a toddler.