On challenging days at work, I miss him. So I have someone send me a photo of whatever it is he is doing at that moment, and it makes everything better.
Here was this morning's photo:
And I think about all the things about him that make me smile. Like how he drinks his morning bottle lying down, knees to the ceiling, feet on the bed, skinny legs angled so his adorable knees rest gently together.
And how when he first wakes up, he's so out of it that he stumbles over to the side of the crib like a drunk.
How he picks up his food with his pointer and thumb, then uses four fingers to shove it into his mouth. And subsequently gags himself and alarms me.
How sometimes, at night, J and I will stand outside of his bedroom door listening to him play with his stuffed animal friends.
How every time I look at him, I see glimpses of someone else: my older sister (mostly), J, J's brother, my dad's mom, my mom. How one little person can look like so many people at one time is beyond me.
How in a few short days he will be 10 months old, and he looks so grown up. Even though he's still just a little peanut.
Tonight he let me hold him for a few minutes as we rocked and sang his bedtime songs. And a couple times, he rested his head on my shoulder. One of these days, he's going to kiss me and cuddle with me on purpose, not because he's tired, and I'm making him! HAHA!
I'm preparing to go into full-on birthday planning mode, and I'm ECSTATIC. So many ideas. So much fun.
On a completely unrelated note: what is it with furniture falling out of people's trucks today? On my way home from work, I passed one truck that lost both a couch AND loveseat in the middle of the road during rush-hour traffic. (I bet that guy's day went from awesome to awful in no time flat.) Then, when I was half-way home, I passed another truck that lost a twin-size box-spring mattress—again, in the middle of the road. (I watched as he dodged cars to retrieve it.) Weird day altogether.
And just like that, it's nearing 9:30p, and I have tons to do tonight before I can go to bed. And it's not getting done if I'm sitting here writing to you! Goodnight, readers. May you find a reason to smile as you reverse on your day, and may all of your furniture stay put.
Here was this morning's photo:
And how when he first wakes up, he's so out of it that he stumbles over to the side of the crib like a drunk.
How he picks up his food with his pointer and thumb, then uses four fingers to shove it into his mouth. And subsequently gags himself and alarms me.
How sometimes, at night, J and I will stand outside of his bedroom door listening to him play with his stuffed animal friends.
How every time I look at him, I see glimpses of someone else: my older sister (mostly), J, J's brother, my dad's mom, my mom. How one little person can look like so many people at one time is beyond me.
How in a few short days he will be 10 months old, and he looks so grown up. Even though he's still just a little peanut.
Tonight he let me hold him for a few minutes as we rocked and sang his bedtime songs. And a couple times, he rested his head on my shoulder. One of these days, he's going to kiss me and cuddle with me on purpose, not because he's tired, and I'm making him! HAHA!
I'm preparing to go into full-on birthday planning mode, and I'm ECSTATIC. So many ideas. So much fun.
On a completely unrelated note: what is it with furniture falling out of people's trucks today? On my way home from work, I passed one truck that lost both a couch AND loveseat in the middle of the road during rush-hour traffic. (I bet that guy's day went from awesome to awful in no time flat.) Then, when I was half-way home, I passed another truck that lost a twin-size box-spring mattress—again, in the middle of the road. (I watched as he dodged cars to retrieve it.) Weird day altogether.
And just like that, it's nearing 9:30p, and I have tons to do tonight before I can go to bed. And it's not getting done if I'm sitting here writing to you! Goodnight, readers. May you find a reason to smile as you reverse on your day, and may all of your furniture stay put.
Don't you wonder if you'll ALWAYS see glimpses of those people in him? Or if he'll grow out of them as he grows into him? Love that you captured the memory of it so you'll always have it because you never catch the whispers in photos.
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