Blogging our first pregnancy and child rearing, all the ups and downs, tears and laughs and overthinking that not only comes with being knocked up and a new Momma, but with just being me.
In reading her post this morning, I got to numbers 9 and 10 and thought, “Yep, that’s it!”
I think of any age, although the flood of newborns in my life right now is making me long slightly for newborn days, the 5.5-now (7 months today!) time is my favorite. He’s becoming a little person and I can see it, but he’s also still a baby and cuddles with me at night and sometimes in the morning. He still needs us completely, but is also becoming independent and it is a blast to watch. And as Liz describes, it is so cool to watch Emilio watch his hand, to see him turning it side to side and guess at what is going through his head as he watches it. (I picture a stoner like, “ooooh man, that is soooo cooooool”) I don’t want this time to end, I want to watch him figure out how to crawl, and pass objects from one hand to the other, mash banana in to his eye before he gets it in to his mouth and shove a whole half of a cherry tomato in to his mouth and smile so all I see is the red of the tomato skin as he sucks the juice out, forever.
At the same time, I’m so fascinated by who Emilio is going to be and I am so looking forward to watching that person develop. I wonder what his first words are going to be, how him and Khadijah are going to interact in the future, what kinds of adventures we’ll get to go on with him. There is still so much to come that I’m looking forward to.
This journey is a pretty incredible one.
