Archive for August, 2015
12 months… where did that year go??!
Eskimo
my dad and i were nose-kissers. ever since i can remember, he would give me eskimo kisses; it was our thing. on my wedding day, he gave me away with an eskimo kiss. on his final day, i said goodbye with an eskimo kiss. every night of the turkey’s life, i’ve put him to bed with a kiss on the forehead from grampy and an eskimo kiss from momma. today, i gave him a nose kiss while we were out and about and he leaned into me and rubbed his nose around. it was the first reciprocated eskimo kiss of the next generation!
better late than never
we’re trying out playpen time for the first time this afternoon. at first, he seemed to enjoy the novelty of it but then he seemed upset about being abandoned. i think when he gets used to it, he’s going to love it being part of his routine. when he wakes from his nap early, he loves playing in his crib on his own so he’ll figure out soon enough that this is just an extension of that.
steppin’ out
The turkey attempted his first steps today. He was standing at a box a few feet from the couch, turned around, and took two lunging steps for the couch. i don’t know if that really counts as his first steps but it’s the first time he has had the confidence to let loose and try to go on his own so i’m counting it.
excessive pride and gratitude
i am always overwhelmingly proud of my little boy when we’re out and about. he is so pleasant and well-behaved and we are constantly surrounded by strangers who want to talk/flirt with him. it makes me feel like we must be doing something right. i thank God over and over and over for such bountiful blessings. i am unworthy to be this boy’s mother but he looks at me with his bright blue eyes and lets me know that he wouldn’t have it any other way.
this afternoon, he got tired and cranky shortly before dinner time. we had already decided to go out for dinner and as i was getting the boy dressed, he had his first full-blown tantrum meltdown. i’m talking laying on his belly on his bedroom floor crying and flailing his legs and arms tantrum. we ignored him while we continued to get ready to go out and i picked him up and calmed him just before leaving, not sure that going out was a good idea anymore. we went to a restaurant we haven’t been to in a while and ended up waiting twenty minutes for a table. and then it took forty-five minutes to get our food. of course, this also put him past his bed time so he should have been a complete monster. nope. he played, sucked on ice, ate cheerios, and flirted with everyone seated around us. not once did he grump. he had no less than three tables full of strangers smiling and talking with him. when we left, he made friends with people sitting outside waiting for tables. seriously, his joy is infectious and people are just drawn to him. it brings tears of pride and gratitude to my eyes every time.