10 months, and counting.

So, three days ago I became the mother of a ten month old. Really? I'm going to have a one year old in two months?! REALLY?! That just doesn't make any sense... The math says it does, but I can't believe it's really been so long. It's been a lot of things, from fun to absolutely irritating. This boy never stops moving, and I love to see him so active and learning all of these new things. Then again, he gets into everything, and eats everything, and I am constantly chasing him everywhere. This is insanity, to put it simply. And, I love it. Absolutely love it. Sometimes I feel like I just need a break, I just want him to sit still so I don't have to chase him and worry about him for just a little while. Then, when it somehow comes to that, it's weird to me and I want things to just go back to normal. I'm often covered in baby food, and always covered in drool. I've become immune to caring about such things. The drool on my skin is as normal for me as the hair on my head. All the caziness is just fine, because it comes hand in hand with the amazingness. All the things that leave me in awe. Like, when he wakes up in the middle of the night and whimpers for a minute until he finds me, then just cuddles up to me and falls right back to sleep. Or, when I get him laughing at something ridiculous, but he just laughs and laughs. Watching him play on his own, making a toy out of anything. Observing him as he learns new things. These all bring me such indescribable joy. All the harder parts become more than worth it. I am so proud to have the privilege of calling myself his mother.

When I feel I can I will be writing more about the things I've been doing, changes I've been making. Big things.