Month Seven

I now find myself with a curious crawling, sitting, pulling himself up child.  Gone are the days of letting him sit with a toy in the living room while I multitask my way through the day cleaning, organizing and busying myself while he self entertains.  I find myself on the floor escaping only to make a bottle, occasionally I run to the bathroom door wide open while I yell "hang on baby I am coming" when I rush out he is several feet from where he started red faced and traumatized like "how could you?!".  Yes, how dare I pee alone?  Now before it sounds like I am complaining I love he notices my absence and I love how he demands 100% of me because he deserves it and I strive to give it to him, but like everyone else I get a little hung up on my to do list.  The other day he was sitting on the floor when all of a sudden he put his palms on the rug and stood on his heels bum in the air... he had no idea where he wanted to go from there so back on his booty he went.... one of these days he will push off those palms and take off on me.

The busy of my life has made me miss the newborn days.  The excitement of being on the downhill to his first Christmas and birthday have me dreaming of colder weather.  The busy of the moment is making it hard to soak up the little stuff.  The other day he had ice cream for the first time, specifically Mediterranean mint gelato my favorite.. he was disgusted and horribly offended by it.  His face was priceless and he has gone viral in our own little bubble.  Family and friends forwarding the hysterical 26 second video, while I drain my battery watching it over and over.  I take such pride in his facial expressions.  He wears his thoughts and emotions on his face honestly, the same way that I do.  I love how expressive he is.  Later my Mom helped me give him his first big boy bath.  I have been needing to transition him to his own bathroom but such an event requires photos and video documentation.  Trying to wrangle a slippery little man take pictures and be the on call lifeguard was more task than I was willing to burden myself with.  My mom dumped all his toys in... why not make it special Grammy style.  He sat up laid down, kicked and splashed, sat up again, back down again.... he is part dolphin I am pretty sure.  He has been a regular at his great grandparents pool this summer (thanks Bill & Brenda) and clearly it has paid off he is a water baby.

I am loving that the leaves behind our house have started to change a little I am so excited for everything that follows summer. Nick was cleaning his car yesterday night and I realized we haven't been for a ride even since Easter, when I realized a rear facing car seat was not gonna work in the fun machine.  We used to take long rides out of town and have "Beetch & Stitch" time together.  I am working on stealing my Man away for a night to get out of town, eat someplace and not ask for a high chair and take his car out of the third bay for a change.  I still cling to the old us... I miss the romance and being the priority.  I wouldn't trade the changes for the past but I wouldn't mind a glimmer of the old us.  I keep saying after summer we will go do something, after the company comes and goes, after the heat is gone.... after he goes to college? Ha OK now I am being dramatic.  I think all couples with new babies go through the same things.  I have started to miss the spontaneous life we once had.  Before baby we could go at a moments notice anywhere ignore the cell phones and be in the moment.  Now even when we are alone we have to have our phones on in case my Mom needs to get ahold of us.  Trips are planned with naps, clothing and food for baby in mind.  Actual packing for a day trip is no joke.  It is work.  I do it just the same I want Leavitt to go everywhere we go where and when appropriate of course.