I should write down little things I want to remember as they happen because as I sit down to write this post I can’t remember all of them! Here are a few:
They way his soft fuzzy hair feels on my cheek.
The way he’ll duck his head in for a cuddle.
The way he scared his Daddy to DEATH by falling off the bed (he’s ok.)
The way he flaps his arms and kicks his legs and smiles SO big when he gets excited or happy.
The nursing aerobics.
The way he refuses to go to sleep lately. Sigh.
The soft sighs and coos he makes while he sleeps (seriously—this child talks in his sleep)
The way he rolls toward me and pats my face/arm/breast in his sleep, just to make sure I’m there.
The way he FINALLY liked some food last night. Well, he likes food if it’s grown up food, like carrots or cut up chunks of fruit. Last night was the first time he actually like food I made just for him—homemade oatmeal put through the grinder with some pear and breast milk to thin. I’m not in a hurry for him to learn to eat, but he needs to try!
The way he laughs when you: bump him with a pillow, say “blub blub blub” in a low voice, say “arf arf arf” in a high voice, pretend to chew on his tummy, sides, legs, or neck.
The way he thinks he’s a big boy and can stand up and walk and the way he gets so very frustrated that he can’t!
Nathan just called me to say that out of his toy basket he picked…a book. Yes, that is my son.
