One year ago right now, I was snuggled in the upstairs bedroom with my brand new baby boy. The midwives, doula and our “kid wrangler” had gone home. My mom was getting the big boys down to sleep and the Skeptic and I were enjoying all the newborn beauty.
Today I watched that baby walk across the room, throwing his tennis ball, picking it up and tossing it again. I saw him climb onto a bike (backwards) and try to ride it across the room. I heard him yelling what we’re considering his first word, “gou gou!!” (Go? good? look? ) I wandered around Pizza Luce with him, teaching him that eating chips off the floor just wasn’t an option. He turned down nursing and chose pizza and water from a sippy cup instead. But he did still nurse to sleep, and didn’t mind listening to Obama’s health care speech while going down for the night. He most surely will wake up one more time, as soon as the Skeptic and I sit down to watch an episode of Monarch of the Glenn with a bowl of ice cream. He is my beautiful, happy, joyful boy and a blessing in our life.