Here’s my boy – my ticket to the Mother’s Day celebration, if you will – last May:
And here he is this year:
Then: could stand and sit, but no walking yet – half of his meals still came direct from Mama’s Dairy (which is exactly how I recall feeling – moo) – would not, under any circumstances, smile for the camera
Now: runs and climbs like a monkey – prefers his drinks in a to-go cup – turning into quite the ham, as you can see – the hair magically started to grow, sometime after his first birthday, with Chia Pet speed and turned into a mop of curls
You’ll have to excuse me if I’m a little sappy this morning. We were having snuggly time after he woke up, and I had a flash of when he used to sleep next to me after his first feeding of the day. He was probably about 3 months old, but I just remember thinking that he was such a big boy then, no longer a little baby. Fast forward to today, when he’s vying for the remote and hopping in and out of the bed to go grab toys. It’s a little bizarre. He’s been an awful lot of fun so far, in his own exhausting way. I love my boy – don’t let the haircut fool you. (What can I say, I grew up in the 80’s. Nothing wrong with a nice mushroomy ‘do.)
OK, this officially wraps up the Mother’s Day reflections. We now return to regularly scheduled programming – crafting!