Well, a year has lurched by us and I'm still swooning.
Even though he was peaked out sick on his birthday we
enjoyed ourselves by doing really fun things, like taking an extra bath, making the bed, eating hamburgers with the neighbors, going to Coldstone, playing catch, singing songs, and giving lots of slobbery kisses (no wonder we're sick!). He tried strawberries for the first time in the last few weeks and is hooked. While sick he wouldn't eat many solids, but he grabbed at the strawberries (even when he saw them in the fridge)--so we made a strawberry shortcake, celebrated, and went happily to bed.
In reflecting about this last wonderful year, I'm ashamed at how often I've complained, you know, tired, woozy, impatient, tired, tired, tired. There is a point where you (I) have to analyze the world a bit more closely and say, "My stars! I have a beautiful healthy baby! He loves me and I adore him. My husband is devoted to us and when we ask what our ideal life is we remember that we already have it!" Despite becoming a bit sleep deprived over the last year, waking up even a zillion times a night with our son is better than not having him. And one day he'll be 35 with his own baby and he'll wish he could crawl in his parents' bed and hide to get some sleep. Then I'll smile, give him a big squeeze and tell him how gorgeous his child is.
Until then, though, I'm happy to have a cuddle bug who can throw anything like a maniac, loves books, and is always willing to appreciate music and his surroundings.
What a blessed mommy I am.
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