Friday, April 28, 2006

A moment to think



I know, I know, this photo really doesn't qualify as a "moment" but I just noticed that it's been a while since the last post. I also wanted to reflect on the changes that are a-comin' to our household.

So... Aidan is a handful. (Cue laughter from all the parents reading this) He's hilarious, and so squeezable and kissable, and he has the cutest darn butt you've ever seen. I'm just learning really quickly that nothing nice has a place in my home any longer. My 7-month old couch and loveseat? Yep, puke stains. Actually, I was dumb enough to buy a sofa that stains from water (cue more laughter) and so I have several baby mouth-shaped stains on the front of it now from Aidan pulling himself up and licking whatever is in front of him.

Also, today Aidan grabbed my purse off the counter, but unfortunately a 20-pound iron wall decoration was sitting underneath it. The wall decoration slid off the countertop onto my wood laminate floor and gouged a big hole in one of the planks. And best of all, there's really no way to fix it.

I realize this is just the beginning, and as much as I like my nice things, I am so excited to watch my little gooberbutt grow up. He is so big already, crawling around, even starting to figure out how to cruise around on furniture. I just know I'm going to blink and he'll be one year old, and the next time I open my eyes he'll be riding a bike, then graduating high school, and then even having a family of his own. And it makes me feel a little bit sad at how quickly I know it will all pass (and old, just imagining it...) but mostly I'm so happy that I have this little boy in my life. His sweet smiles just melt me, and I am so glad that I get to be his mommy.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Adventures in eating

Aidan has officially decided that he doesn't want anyone's help eating. If you're lucky, you can get 3 or 4 spoonfuls of food into his mouth before he starts hollering and grabbing for the spoon. For the first few days, Mike and I thought, "maybe he just wants to hold the spoon, we'll use another one!" Nope. He wouldn't take his spoon out of his mouth to eat. Next, I tried 'helping' him scoop some food up letting him feed himself. Problem is, the moment another person's hands touched his precious spoon, he dropped it and cried like some great injustice had been committed against his little person.

So this morning, I let him go for it.

He tried his hardest, but he quickly learned that it's not as easy as it looks. After all, mom and dad are seasoned pros with utensils. After a while, he kind of gave up on the spoon and resorted to more primitive means.

Aidan didn't get much in his belly, but he seemed to enjoy the indepedence. After a quick 8 a.m. dunk in the tub, we were off, no worse for the wear. And his babysitter reported that he ate his lunch like the very hungry champ he no doubt was.

Monday, April 10, 2006

It was quiet... too quiet.


I was spending my afternoon playing with Aidan, just minding my own business, when suddenly it occurred to me that I needed to unload the dishwasher. Thinking nothing of this quick, simple task, I moseyed over to the kitchen to begin. A few minutes later, I noticed that the house was quiet, which is hardly ever the case anymore. So I walked the few steps back into the living room to investigate. There he was... short, blonde and busted.

This crawling thing is definitely going to take some getting used to.