Bragging is okay
It has finally happened; I've gotten to that place where my baby is my favorite thing in the whole world and I'm constantly stunned that no one else wants to sit around cooing at my child. I think most parents get to this place. The first bit you hold your baby and think, "Oh, how pretty/handsome. I made this." After that there's all that screaming and lack of sleep and you start bargaining. (I threatened to send Nora to gypsies.)
But....then, then you get to start seeing the future in your baby. It's more than just a smile, or the way they laugh; it's how they work out how to grab something, all concentration and focus. Nora is currently obsessed with trying to sit up. If you lie her down on a Boppy pillow she'll immediately doing a stranded turtle impression that makes me laugh and laugh. She tries so hard to pull herself in to a sitting position. It's kind of sad because there's no way her fat little body can sit up unassisted, but she *wants* to do it.
Lately I'll be playing with her and I'm sad for the people who should spend time with her, but don't. I think, "You are missing out. Nora's amazing." She is sweet and funny. Sure, she's moody and impatient, but she forgives easily. This is something I noticed when we're in the kitchen and I forget to sing or smile at her because I'm rushing to finish the chores, so she screams or cries to get my attention. When I do turn and smile at her, maybe even do a little dance, she breaks in to the most amazing smile. It's forgotten.
Having made the decision to have another child has done something kind of awesome for me. I'm taking advantage of catering to her little whims because I won't be able to just enjoy her, only her, for very long. It's taken the bite out of having to drop what I want to do, or makes me more patient when she's fussy.
Pretty nifty trick.
I just realized that I wrote this whole thing in a brain fog because of a sinus infection. It's the legal version of "I love you, man."
But....then, then you get to start seeing the future in your baby. It's more than just a smile, or the way they laugh; it's how they work out how to grab something, all concentration and focus. Nora is currently obsessed with trying to sit up. If you lie her down on a Boppy pillow she'll immediately doing a stranded turtle impression that makes me laugh and laugh. She tries so hard to pull herself in to a sitting position. It's kind of sad because there's no way her fat little body can sit up unassisted, but she *wants* to do it.
Lately I'll be playing with her and I'm sad for the people who should spend time with her, but don't. I think, "You are missing out. Nora's amazing." She is sweet and funny. Sure, she's moody and impatient, but she forgives easily. This is something I noticed when we're in the kitchen and I forget to sing or smile at her because I'm rushing to finish the chores, so she screams or cries to get my attention. When I do turn and smile at her, maybe even do a little dance, she breaks in to the most amazing smile. It's forgotten.
Having made the decision to have another child has done something kind of awesome for me. I'm taking advantage of catering to her little whims because I won't be able to just enjoy her, only her, for very long. It's taken the bite out of having to drop what I want to do, or makes me more patient when she's fussy.
Pretty nifty trick.
I just realized that I wrote this whole thing in a brain fog because of a sinus infection. It's the legal version of "I love you, man."
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lovin' it.