…there are no words really.
I just wanted to say that I like kissing his feet and I like the way he focuses so intently when he’s sitting in his new chair, playing with his rattle. I like the giant wide-mouth grin he gives me when I take him in my arms. I like the way his legs kick with excitement whenever we show him the “baby in the mirror.” I like the funny new noises he makes and the way he sometimes raises one eyebrow at us in an absurdly sweet all-knowing sort of way.
Some days are long.
Some days it seems like I do nothing but rock the kid to sleep with little success.
Sometimes he cries and he only wants his mama and it makes me sad because I want him to let his dad comfort him too.
Sometimes I wonder what my record is for number of clothing items covered in spit-up/pee/poop in one day.
Sometimes I think babies may be a marketing ploy by the battery industry to remain relevant in an increasingly wall-charging world.
But most of the time, I just think he’s awesome. Life is good.
