I've been a little sad the past few weeks. Two of my friends lost their babies in pregnancy. The Henderson's still don't have their kids back. Arlene died. I don't want to be sad anymore. I didn't go to any funerals. I couldn't. Another thing that makes me lose my breath is my little man soon won't be so little anymore. I know this doesn't fall into the same category as death but it's my baby. Ten and a half months--how can this be? I'm starting to think about plans for his first birthday and that makes me short of breath too.
The past couple of days we have been having fun with Cheerios. I filled up a cup, seated him beside me on the couch in the crook of my arm, turned on NetFlix, and we both munched on Cheerios. He was so curious about it. He quickly threw his little chubby hand in the cup, scoop up as much cereal as he could, crunched them with his tiny fingers, examined his fist full and then shoved some in his mouth. Of course, he was very strategic with the process. And in between eating some and crunching some he threw some out of the cup just because. I didn't mind the mess. I let him have fun with his Cheerios for as long as he wanted (he rarely just sits on the couch with me) and then I just vacuumed the cereal up when we were done. He sat there with me and the Cheerios for about 30-40 min. It was divine. I loved it so much I set up the same scene for Mitchell this morning so he can relish in the sweetness of our little boy just "hanging" with him on the couch, eatin' some Cheerios.
On Thursday Toni told me that she is 12 weeks pregnant. I'm beyond happy for her. She deserves to get out of the office and get home to some babies. Can't wait for Nikki to get pregnant too! Crossing my fingers we get some good news from her in about 4 weeks! ;)
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