Little Man Walking
WARNING!! Wine enhanced sentimentality ahead. Proceed with caution and an indulgent sense of humor...
Through many tears and mixed emotions, it is my privilege to announce that Morty, my baby baby, (by three whole minutes), has taken his first steps.
Excuse me for a moment while I collect myself.
(Exaggerated, teary sniff)
I knew that this day would come; I just didn't realize that it would be this soon. The older kids did not walk until they were 15 months old and Morty is not even one (11.5 months to be exact).
I think that this momentous occasion makes me a little misty because this last year has been such a whirlwind of crying, puking and stress that it feels like I haven't had time to enjoy the "babyness" of my babies.
They are now on the verge of toddlerhood where they don't want to be cuddled and are increasingly independent of me each day.
Not that the word "independent" doesn't give me a little shiver of excitement, these first steps are also a pinpoint of light at the end of this seemingly long tunnel where I no longer have to lug two 25 pound creatures around wherever I go...it's just that I can't believe this phase has ended so soon.
Last year at this exact time I was plopped in the hospital on bedrest to prevent my little men from being born too early.
At this time last year, I was terrified that they would be too small to breathe, too small to eat, too small to go home.
Now, 363 days later, they, or at least one, is beginning to walk.
WHAT?? Where did the time go?
In all honesty this happened to me when
The impending "big day" bombarded me with such sentimentality that I felt an almost suffocating need to have another baby.
And now?
My sentimentality does not counteract the knowledge that another baby would be beyond crazy, unmanageable and unhealthy. Maybe in a few years, when everybody else is in preschool/school and I have a moment to breathe, but not now.
Now I'll have to enjoy the last moments of my babies babyhood, before they are running off to college and I barely remember their baby selves.
(Insert another exaggerated, self pitying sigh here.)
If you'll excuse me, I need to go drown my sorrows in a box of Kleenex, casual baby book reminiscing and some delicious donuts now.
And, for your viewing pleasure, two illustrative pictures of my angst. I apologize for my tired, puffy face and the bluriness. Professional photographers we are not.
Morty last year at this time (in the belly)
Morty today. What a difference a year makes....
.If you need a litte cheer as an antidote for my sappiness, check out the "Helmet Boy" update on Mindfield
Hi all. I said to myself, I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down. I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.
I am from Lebanon and know bad English, give true I wrote the following sentence: "Net provides discount hotels and cheap airline tickets reservations."
With love 8), Caltha.
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