Sooooo it’s been a while...no tragic divorces to report. Though I hear Natalie was showing off an engagement ring at theOscars. Don't do it Nat, it will only end in tears.
Speaking of ending in tears, B is crawling! I know right! Excitement and terror on every level. On one hand, I'm so proud of my boy. On the other, I'm realizing how woefully unready I am for a toddler. B is only 9 months, but he seems like he over this whole infant thing. I'm not. I like non-mobile, bottle feeding love buckets that just want to shake a rattle all day long.
But instead, I have this little monster that now crawls and scoots and eats like a million times a day--but is totally dissatisfied with the mush that is baby food...honestly, he wants honest to goodness meals. Just simply getting his diaper on takes close to a half hour...and sitting? Sitting is for "INFANTS" B says with contempt. No, he wants to crawl,stand, scoot and roll his way into every crevice of the house. He's getting his driver's license next week...I mean, it is the next logical step.
Oh, and did I mention he screams. Not a "wahhhh, I'm displeased and need you to do something about it" kind of scream. But a glass breaking, high pitched, Yeti with his finger being pinched under a boulder/Hyena having it's food stolen kind of yell. And he does this indiscriminately. Happy, sad, hungry, bored or poopy. He doesn't care. He screams. I'm pretty much deaf now.
Oh, and he's teething.
But, despite it all, I love him more than I could ever imagine loving anything. And that is the amazing think about parenthood...they can poop on you, scream in your ear, lead you on a wild goose-chase all over the house and bite you repeatedly, but you still believe this little human is perfection personified. It's the greatest feeling ever. Really.
Love,
Mama and B
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