I am taking my little victories one by one, like trophies. I'm not afraid, I'm just not always so sure of myself. When do I let you cry? Does throwing food always mean you don't like it? Why do you throw such a fit getting in and out of the car? Where is that instruction manual anyway?
Baby's eating some scrambled eggs this morning. I can't tell you how exciting it is to discover what he loves and what he doesn't. I'm getting to know him by spoonfuls.
Last night I woke up from a deep sleep hearing him shout out. I walked dreamily but quickly down the hall, saying loudly as I entered his room "Here I am, baby!" but he was sound asleep. Did I dream it? Does that happen often?
I'm feeling so lucky today. And when Rich left for work this morning with a quick peck goodbye, there was such a look of love in his eyes. Love and pride and really sheer amazement.
I really wish I could show you this scrambled egg mustached little boy.