from the moment he breathed his first breath, i was looking forward to the next step. i couldn't wait for him to coo, to roll over, to sit up, to crawl, to now walk. and with each step, people would say, "oh, just enjoy this time. don't rush into the next thing. it's so much easier at this stage than the next." i should have listened, although i am finally realizing that i just want to stay in
this stage for a while. finn is exhausting and he's not even walking yet. he is in everything, more vocal than ever, wanting to be on my lap or in my arms regardless of what i need to get done at that moment. if he only realized that the only reason i am trying to clean this house or do the laundry or make lunch or relax for a split second is because of him. baby, you are
already the center of my universe, there is no need for me to prove it by crawling on the ground or carrying you around all day or making noises that i am glad no other adults are in ear-shot. i fear walking. i seriously fear it.
yesterday, he did give me a few chances to get some housework done. after the few minutes of quiet, i knew something was up and every time he just smiled proudly to show off the mess he made. how can i possibly discipline this 11-month old charmer?
on wednesday, finn had his last bottle. we ran out of formula and frozen pumped milk, so it was time. i thought he would transition in such an amazing way, but instead, he lets us know that he hates whole milk. hates it. he just wants nothing to do with being a big boy yet. we'll see if i crack and give him a bottle again. i'm trying to hold out.
i am so glad the lady talked me out of going any shorter. i was thinking of going as short as this, but i'm happy with the resulted longer 'do. josh says it still looks like a mom haircut, but deal with it. i am a mom.
josh always tells me about the weird conversations that we have late at night, when he finally comes to bed after i've been there a while. these conversations do not exist in my mind. i have absolutely no recollection of talking to him about any of the quite odd things that he claims come out of my mouth. two nights ago, he says that i asked him what i looked like when i slept. yesterday, he decided to document it by taken photographs of me after i had fallen asleep on the couch. now i understand where finn gets the crazy sleep habits with flips and turns all night long.
regardless of the designated brody blankets and brody beds that are set up around the house, he will always find places where he just barely fits and then give me a look that says, "aren't you going to move that?" oh the things that i do (and have done) for this dog. two days ago, brody decided that he wanted to eat finn's basket of plastic meats. finn desperately wanted us to purchase it from the dollar bins at target, so regretfully we brought it home. about 12 hours later, brody had chewed apart the basket and all the meats with the leg to the chicken missing. after 2 days of brody vomit/poop watch, we have determined most has either passed through his system or he just can just live with the thing stuck in his gut. whew.
it has commenced. christmas has vomited itself all across my den. the excitement that is buying and wrapping and decorating and rushing and drinking eggnog and loving every moment of the cold yucky weather has begun! i may not have time to wash clothes or scrub the toilets, but i will always have time for christmas!
