Beyond Being Uninspired.

Hey ya'll.

I have a lot to catch up on. I haven't posted much because I feel like I have nothing to say. I am still working from home, thanks to Krystle and Rudy I can now travel with Nate and see him more often. Between the now and the last time I updated, I have a different kid. From his first birthday, to 4 weeks later he got 6 teeth. Took his first steps Sept 10th, and because a full time walker less than 2 weeks later. He drinks out of sippys all by himself. He knows what I mean when I say its time for a bath and runs to the bathroom. He is becoming a little kid, and its exciting and heartbreaking all at once. Fifteen months is rapidly approaching.

I have the distinct privilege of remember his last bottle. I held it for him (*which also became the end of an era recently*) while he snuggled off to sleep for the night. A snapshot in my my mind I hope to have memorized forever.  I took it into the kitchen to rinse it out with mixed emotions. I knew it was his last. A conscious effort to remember moment. Looking back, I don't remember when we left behind size one diapers or the last time he had a bink in his mouth. The moments are fleeting, mixing with the excitement of the next step. Its so easy to see how "lasts" become forgotten and unnoticed. Firsts are so exciting, they get all the glory. 

*1st Side note*

Be still my heart. You just came toddling over to me with your empty juice sippy. Handed it to me as I asked if you wanted more "juice" (which is water with a splash of juice) and you ran to get to the refrigerator. I filled it up for you and tried to hand it back but you took off. I came around the peninsula to see you just hit the couch . Realizing you wanted me to snuggle with you while you had your water. I happily obliged to take a break and hang out with my guy. I hope you give me at least a few more of these.  I need them when my nerves are frayed, and the knots are forming in my throat which so effortlessly melt away when you want me to hang with you while you hold your cup and play with your toes in the crook of my arm. 

There is just so much, and so little going on. Some days I realize I have been counting days by showers and its already the weekend and Nate will be home. Some days the hours drag while I fantasize about the future. I have a difficult time not wishing away these days. Its hard to stay in the right now. We are working on molars right now, and it is really easy to want these days to pass. But hopefully looking back on this short time, I will remember doing fun stuff, instead of pulling him out of the trash can for the 100th time and quiet means your either in the toilet or eating dog food. Countless times dragging him off the dishwasher, taking paper out of his mouth, screaming and endless whining.....and the pinching. 

*2nd Side note...

Man kid, you are a pincher. Not cool. I want to remember that you will give me a hug every time I change your butt. The way you laugh your face off in the morning when you realize Momma is getting up to play. The way you play with Sam fearless and giggling uncontrollably. You are so fun, and one good moment truly erases a whole bad day. This Mom stuff is tough. 

Well you have your fingers caught in the drawer... Again. So with that, I'm out. :)