That was the beginning of the LG. The year since that day has been amazing, harrowing, intense, and tear- and joy-filled. For the first two months of Ryan's life, I thought I would finally be revealed as the selfish twitty person I sometimes am, because I didn't feel all that mom love everyone talks about. I wasn't sure I even liked him, and I was certain that I had ruined my life, and my life with my husband, forever. He was more like a stick of dynamite than a bundle of joy.
Ryan pulls a fish down for the first time. His strength knows no bounds.
Then, something happened. I'm still not sure exactly what. Maybe it was a smile, or a snuggle, or four consecutive hours of sleep, but I cannot get enough of this kid now. He's my son. My son! I could eat him on toast.
He squeals, rolls over in one direction, and has a full-body smile that he gives just to me, his dad and his sister. He gets excited to see his father and bounces in my arms when he comes home. He loves his giraffes (he has two) and babbles like crazy unless other people are around. He's fascinated by church and all the music, though applause still startles him a bit. He refuses to seriously drink from a bottle and eschews pacifiers, preferring to knaw on his index finger and thumb. And he says "Ummmm, ummmm, ummmm" while he eats rice cereal – when he's not spraying us with it as he blows rasberries and talks with his mouth full.
MOM! Two giraffes, and now a LION? It's like Wild Kingdom in here!
You've taken over the lap for too long. I left a hairball in your shoe.
This Memorial Day weekend, Ryan put on his swimsuit and hit the pool for the first time. The suit is size 12M, and it should fit him well by the time the Georges gather in Florida this August, but for now it's a really cool pair of pants.
He's a happy baby, and I can't wait to see what happens next.
2 comments:
I know I always say this, but he is super cute. And about those feelings during the early phases--I was the same way. Never baby-sat, annoyed by kids & babies in general, never had a desire to raise a famliy, etc. There is something life-changing when the little ball of spit-up and poop comes from your own flesh...
Actually I think it's when their little eyes light up when you, the mom, comes into view. Frankly not many others have ever shown THAT much interest (in moi). I think we love those who love us! But it doesn't hurt to have huge eyes and silky soft skin and smell like lotion.
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