When Noah was first born, I had these moments of sheer panic. We'd be out somewhere, someone would stop me to ask me about him and then would comment about how easy they were at that stage. All I could think was "It gets harder??" After the panic subsided I quickly decided that most of these people must not know what they were talking about; it couldn't possibly get more difficult than being completely and utterly responsible for this little child 24/7, with every three hour feedings and being up for endless hours at night, right? I was wrong. (Yes, you read that right, I am admitting I was wrong)
This new mobility thing has thrown a completely new wrench into the plan. It is not that it is more difficult, per se, it is just a new dimension. Before, he may have been a handful and there was tons to learn, but at least I knew if I put him on the floor for a minute or walked out of the room for something, when I got back he would be in relatively the same spot thirty seconds later. Even with the rolling (which he was getting very good at) I knew he could really only get so far in a short period of time. Now, not so much.
This morning, I was at my desk, working away as usual. Noah was playing with his toys on the floor, and I was checking on him occasionally over my shoulder to make sure he was still playing. Within a fifteen second period he went from playing in the middle of the room happily to this:
Later in the day, I was on the phone with my sister, Michelle. I was attempting to talk, curl my hair and keep an eye on the kiddo playing on the floor like such:
He seemed fairly content looking at his book. So as I continued to multi-task, I looked away for a few seconds. Cut to this:
I am in such trouble, I've decided... (hehe) I know I think at times that I have my hands full now (just like I did after he was first born) but I know that I'll have them even fuller eight months from now, and eight months from then, etc. Maybe fuller is not the best way to describe it. I've just exchanged one challenge (the struggles of dealing with a brand new baby) for another (mobility). I suppose they each have their moments that I completely want to pull my hair out and throw in the towel, but I signed up for the whole enchilada so now I'm just hanging on for the ride! Even when its difficult it is WORTH EVERY SECOND!
We think we found a bookshelf we liked at Target tonight. Hopefully we'll be getting it tomorrow so we can get it set up, finish emptying out the old office and then move the futon back there. We're thinking about getting some over-stuffed chairs or recliners for this front room, then. I'm so excited to watch it come together!
Alright, I should head out and see what else I can get accomplished around here before calling it a night. Enjoy the rest of the pictures!
Hey Mom, I'm in the big bed!
The kiddo and the doggy
Crawling even on the bed
Yes, that's really a lime he has (Judge if you will, but it kept him occupied for at least ten minutes and he didn't actually eat any of it)
Noah and Pippy
Do penguin noses go "honk honk"?
Shopping with Mommy & Daddy
My big kid
Noah getting a bubble beard
Little Santa Claus
Grant wanted to try out Noah's new towel....
Look Aunt Shellie, I'm your personal penguin!!
Eating his toys..
Now if I just move this...
It sure is sunny out, Mom
Are you sure Daddy's not coming home yet?
Maybe he will if I wait here long enough
I built it all by myself :)
That didn't take long...
Standing by himself! (for about 4 seconds!)
