I know how cliche it is to say... but time goes by SOFAST when you have a baby. And I no longer have a baby! I have a full blown, running, talking toddler on my hands who gets into EVERYTHING and is about as vain as it gets. Usually the only way I can get him to smile during pictures is if I face my iphone so he can see himself. Hence the cheesy grin.
Oh does he love to look at himself, watch videos of himself, etc. I don't think he has quite mastered the understanding of self but he is getting there. He is a smart kiddo. Even if he does do stuff like this:
Me: "good morning, mister!"
Me: "did you have any good dreams last night?"
Me: "What did you dream about?"
Me: "Who were you playing ball with?"
Him: "Dada. Dada. Dada!"
And on and on like that until I took him to our room and tried to explain that dad was at work, although that couldn't keep him from tearing through the covers of our bed looking for his beloved dada.
On occasion he will ask me "dada?" and run to the front door or look around and I explain to him where dad is and that he will be back real soon. And for some reason [and I am not sure why I find this so funny] he will take a deep breath and call out in his loudest voice, "Droo-oooo!" Poor thing. Last week was so rough on him but this week has been much better. Every time he picks up the phone he will put it to his ear and say, "Hey-yo? Dada? Dah-deee?" and it just about makes my heart explode.
It is an adjustment, but one we are happy to make and we are grateful that Mr. D has this job that we were praying for months for. It's funny how things work out in their own time and for all the right reasons.
Big Kid has his top molars all in for now, and is working on a 4th bottom tooth. It makes me sad to think that in the time he gets all of his teeth we will probably be into baby d version 2.0 [stole that from Naomi] and my sleep will once again suffer. I am pretty sure Mr. D has known this since the first time he woke me up from a Sunday nap, but I am really sensitive when it comes to my sleep. Like I really need a good night's rest and if not then some serious napping. Having a baby has changed all that but I initially had the understanding that 4-6 months were going to be sleep-deprived and then he would sleep through the night. I am bracing myself for the next go-around already by just accepting that 12-18 months is my new window for sleep. After which I will probably be pregnant again [maybe?] and the cycle will repeat itself once more... more on that and thoughts on more babies later.
Anyways, like I was saying, right now he is PERFECT. He says "Water" with the most perfect annunciation way it takes my breath away. Then you ask him to say orange or green and he responds with a mouthful of jibberish. Babies are funny that way.
Other things I never want to forget about 18 month old little d: high fiving, STILL obsessed with balls [but getting more pro at throwing and catching and kicking them] and "hoops" [basketball], "ball-ball" is probably the most overused word in his vocabulary [any kind of string or dirt], and he is just the most lovable thing on this planet.
Too much mush? Maybe I'm a little sentimental these days, thinking about the inevitable upcoming #2 seeing as how my baby is no longer baby at all. Also, 12 miles of running really brings emotion to the
surface. Also more on that later.