i went to the Amnion Banquet on friday night-- i couldn't miss Toni's speech (which was absolutely phenomenal!). it was so funny to be there one year later-- i remember sitting there last Fall, a few months pregnant, thinking, "wow, next year around this time i'll have a 6 month old baby!" i remember how foreign of a concept that was-- and how it seems like just yesterday.
and here i sit, with my almost-6-month-old, with his little runny nose and sad little cough (he caught from the airplane), and i can't imagine being anywhere else. several people asked me at the banquet if i missed my old job. i didn't even have to hesitate or think about it. NOT AT ALL. i loved my job. LOVED it. but there is absolutely not a fiber of my being that wishes i could somehow still be there, or somehow still work and be at home. i love love love my new role, and i am finding myself MORE content, not less, as the weeks roll by. he gets cuter every day, and i am more and more in love with him with every tiny step of development he stumbles upon.
i love that i can sit here posting this, and he is contentedly sitting in his swing, singing along to daddy's music, as dave mixes on his computer. he's been there for a good 30 minutes or so-- just watching and listening, and adding in his two cents whenever the music stops.
i love that he snuggles up to me after a nap, and smiles out of the side of his mouth when he looks in the mirror. i love his mohawk (or as dave calls it, his "faux-hawk"), and how he talks to his toys when no one is looking. i love the way he jumps like a maniac in his jumper, and grabs both of his feet and pumps his legs when he's on his back (his little foot dance). i love how he concentrates with such a serious expression on his face, making his lips pout. i love how he's becoming more vocal, expressing his feelings and experimenting with different sounds.
...speaking of which, he's loosing his contentment... so i gotta run...
i'm so thankful for this season of life. to be where i am. and loving it! even in the fussy times, sick days, and middle-of-the-night moments, it is simply blissful.
and here i sit, with my almost-6-month-old, with his little runny nose and sad little cough (he caught from the airplane), and i can't imagine being anywhere else. several people asked me at the banquet if i missed my old job. i didn't even have to hesitate or think about it. NOT AT ALL. i loved my job. LOVED it. but there is absolutely not a fiber of my being that wishes i could somehow still be there, or somehow still work and be at home. i love love love my new role, and i am finding myself MORE content, not less, as the weeks roll by. he gets cuter every day, and i am more and more in love with him with every tiny step of development he stumbles upon.
i love that i can sit here posting this, and he is contentedly sitting in his swing, singing along to daddy's music, as dave mixes on his computer. he's been there for a good 30 minutes or so-- just watching and listening, and adding in his two cents whenever the music stops.
i love that he snuggles up to me after a nap, and smiles out of the side of his mouth when he looks in the mirror. i love his mohawk (or as dave calls it, his "faux-hawk"), and how he talks to his toys when no one is looking. i love the way he jumps like a maniac in his jumper, and grabs both of his feet and pumps his legs when he's on his back (his little foot dance). i love how he concentrates with such a serious expression on his face, making his lips pout. i love how he's becoming more vocal, expressing his feelings and experimenting with different sounds.
...speaking of which, he's loosing his contentment... so i gotta run...
i'm so thankful for this season of life. to be where i am. and loving it! even in the fussy times, sick days, and middle-of-the-night moments, it is simply blissful.
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