Friday, September 10, 2010
"Be still my beating heart..."
The sweet, drooly mouth, that smells of motrin to help ease the pain of those pesky new budding teeth, the double chin, the sounds of "da-da-da-da-da" mixed with laughter.... Oh, I'm in heaven during those months. Quite possibly the reason my babies have been so close in age. I think they hit this stage and I start to think, "Oh, I want a baby this age forever." So, we have another. And no, this isn't an announcement of any sort, just an ode to this age that is almost my most favorite.
Laughter comes so easily, for both my sweet baby, and all who are present to watch him soak up every moment life has to offer. I love how he studies every object in the room, with such amazement: The tv remote is remarkable; the couch is a mountain to try and climb; the rug with all it's swirly patterns to trace, and smooth carpet to feel... I watch my little explorer and wish I could find such wonderment in all aspects of my own life.