My renegade post, long overdue. No promises on length or content or anything, just know that I've been missing writing, am still alive and well, and have been capital B busy.
It's a renegade post because I am squeezing this mini blog into my grading papers at a coffee shop time, and have been thinking about it for a few days now.
Because we haven't made any baby keepsake journals or scrap books or really anything aside from me putting a few of my favorite baby outfits into a box, this blog serves sort of as a chronicle for Nolan. I imagine printing it one day into book form for our children, and giving it to them like we would a scrapbook. Maybe at first they will just look at the pictures, and then later, when they actually become curious about their boring parents words and thoughts, they might read it. Anyhow, Nolan has done some amazing things this week, and I want the future him to know about it.
I came home from work one day this week to a boy who gives kisses. Open mouth, closed, pursed lips sometimes, but he is smiling and kissing. He knows when to dole them out, and he can also be coy. Heart is melting.
Though nursing is much less frequent than it once was, lately when we're nursing before bed, he's been staring into my eyes and ever so gently touching my eyelashes. He's discovered them, and is fascinated by them, but only when we are so quiet that they're noticeable, and so calm that his hands can find them.
Twice this week, our 14 month old boy has peed in his potty. Maybe because Dad was going at the same time, and probably purely because he had to pee too, but definitely a moment that tells me he is growing and changing, and to take nothing for granted because soon he will be putting a "do not come in sign" on his bedroom door,
These are the things I want to remember about February, 2013.
It's a renegade post because I am squeezing this mini blog into my grading papers at a coffee shop time, and have been thinking about it for a few days now.
Because we haven't made any baby keepsake journals or scrap books or really anything aside from me putting a few of my favorite baby outfits into a box, this blog serves sort of as a chronicle for Nolan. I imagine printing it one day into book form for our children, and giving it to them like we would a scrapbook. Maybe at first they will just look at the pictures, and then later, when they actually become curious about their boring parents words and thoughts, they might read it. Anyhow, Nolan has done some amazing things this week, and I want the future him to know about it.
I came home from work one day this week to a boy who gives kisses. Open mouth, closed, pursed lips sometimes, but he is smiling and kissing. He knows when to dole them out, and he can also be coy. Heart is melting.
Though nursing is much less frequent than it once was, lately when we're nursing before bed, he's been staring into my eyes and ever so gently touching my eyelashes. He's discovered them, and is fascinated by them, but only when we are so quiet that they're noticeable, and so calm that his hands can find them.
Twice this week, our 14 month old boy has peed in his potty. Maybe because Dad was going at the same time, and probably purely because he had to pee too, but definitely a moment that tells me he is growing and changing, and to take nothing for granted because soon he will be putting a "do not come in sign" on his bedroom door,
These are the things I want to remember about February, 2013.
