I am completely amazed that Antonio is now eight months old. What's a mom to do. This first year is speeding away and soon I will wake up to a 1 year old. When I was pregnant I felt like the days just dragged and dragged. I was so eager for the arrival of my cub. Now the days fly by so fast that I think some of the memories would be a blur if I didn't have the pictures to look at and refresh the images.
The cub is doing so well. He is crawling and cruising. It's funny because we weren't sure he would crawl since he started cruising first. Now he gets around pretty well with his unique version of a crawl. He tries to go from sitting to standing without the aid of furniture or a sturdy object. He usually gets into a downward dog position and stops because he doesn't know where to go from there. It's only a matter of time but believe me we are in no rush to have him walking around. Originally I had my What to Expect the First Year, my parent magazine, baby talk magazine, and any other developmental reading on my night stand and was nose deep every week trying to mark the milestones and make sure he was on target. Now, I almost want to say I could care less. I still want to know what to look for next but I don't obsess over what he is or isn't doing. I'm slowly learning to listen to him and take cues from him. As a new mommy this is a MAJOR accomplishment. You spend so much time trying to do it right and you just want the best for your baby that you really can stress too much. Every day my cub reminds me that he may be little but he's strong.
The best part of life with an eight month old is the love. My cub definitely knows how to pack on the love. When I leave for work in the mornings he cries and reaches for me. I must admit that as much as it pulls at my heartstrings to see him sad it also fills me with a little joy to know that he has a strong attachment to me. This may be a little sick but hey I'm honest about my feelings. I think I shared before that he gives the best kisses. I get so giddy every time he kisses me that he now smiles and chuckles at my response. I'm beginning to think that he gives me kisses to see my response. I can't express it enough; life with an eight month old, well my eight month old, is just amazing.
Since I don't even remember the last time I blogged, I am sure it is painstakingly obvious that I have not gotten control of this balance thing. So much to share with my distant friends and family so this post may be lengthy. I will start with the reason you all read my posts....Antonio. What can I say. My little cub is growing up so fast and every day I am amazed how much he has grown since that 7lb baby I was blessed to give birth to. We had our fifth tooth, yes fifth all before 7 months, to crown recently. It's so weird to see my little precious baby smile and have those pearly white things landscape his gums. About two weeks ago he added momma to the list of noises he likes to make. I use the word noise because he uses the word so indiscriminately it feels more like him just babbling than actually speaking a word. This doesn't stop my heart from melting every time I hear him say it. He also gives me kisses more often, which no disrespect to my wonderful husband, are the absolute best. They are full of drool and always leave me cheeks wet but they are the BEST.
The little cub refuses to crawl. We are not worried because he never took to the whole tummy time. He does pull up to standing and now the only things he wish to play with are those on the coffee table. We are currently searching for a safer alternative to our current coffee table. He is also beginning to prefer standing, with assistance of course, to sitting. Needless to say, I'm not sure the cub will crawl. Who said you must crawl before you walk? Whoever you are, Antonio is challenging you.
Since my last blog much has happened. First, I was given a promotion at my job. Although I was thoroughly excited, I have to admit it has not helped much in that balancing department. Second, we celebrated Mother's Day. It was great to spend the day with my family and celebrate all the mothers. I would really like to start a tradition for this day. I am big on traditions. I think they shape you in so many ways and always give you something to look forward to. I remember as a child eagerly awaiting the Christmas Holidays because I couldn't wait for all the traditions: opening one gift on Christmas Eve, going to my Great Grandmother's house, waking after midnight to open our presents, and the list goes on and on. The Husband and I have already put some small traditions in place for our family. Each year we do Christmas Breakfast at our house and the Husband cooks the traditional waffles. We go to see the festival of lights at Lake Lanier and we always buy an ornament from the gift shop to commemorate the year. All this before the birth of our cub so believe me when I say we are boiling over with excitement to add him to the festivities and expand our current traditions.
The Husband I also celebrated our fourth year of marriage and tenth year of dating this month. I can not believe the numbers. The years have moved so fast but I could never put into words the joy and memories I have from this past decade. Sometimes it feels like it was only yesterday when I first told him and I loved him, of course I said it first the aggressive always know what she wants type of person I am. Then again sometimes I feel like I've known him forever. We married in a civil ceremony and always planned to do a traditional formal ceremony at our fifth year. Wedding planning ahead (I do not say this with excitement). I am not your usual bride. I hated wedding planning. That's partially why we ended up doing the civil ceremony. Wish me luck readers.
For the sake of length as well as I feel I am beginning to ramble I will leave you with this random video of Antonio....and well me. Please ignore me doing the raspberry sound...I was trying to encourage the cub.
