And, He's Off to the Races

Getting a still photo is a miracle these days....

Mr. F is going to be 10 months before I ever get this written.  If I thought time was moving fast before, it is now speeding by in a blur--which is what happens when your relatively immobile baby is now crawling.  Parents have warned me that the changes come quickly and they weren't kidding.  

What started out as a cute army crawl is now the impetus for my daily exercise.  I can no longer leave Mr. F alone anywhere for more than a second because in that time he can pull down a fake tree, climb up stairs and suck on a lamp cord.    We were supposed to have childproofed the house over the holidays, but it just didn't seem that urgent.  Now it is necessity.  

He's still a fairly happy guy.  He has three basic needs:  food, sleep and a clean diaper.  If all of those are taken care of, he'll kindly repay you with smiles and giggles.   However, I wish he'd read the memo about not having a conversation before 7am.   This last week he has begun his eloquent monologues about 6am--Zamboni doesn't even want to hear them [and tries to curl up more deeply in his pillow].  

For those who want his stats, he's 29 1/2 inches and 22 pounds and 10 ounces.   I don't even look at clothes that are smaller than 18 months.  He's going to be one of those guys with long legs and a smaller waist--wonder where he gets that from?

Having a giggle with Dad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next week at this time I will have finished my first week of full-time work after a ten month hiatus.   The good news is that I feel extremely lucky that I have been able to hire someone to watch over him, who has my confidence and trust.   As I have said all along in this journey, people and events come into your life for a reason.   In hiring a nanny I wanted to find someone I could partner with.   I'll be the first to admit that I am not an avid reader of child development texts.  I wanted somebody who knows enough to help me evaluate my options as a parent.  

This afternoon we were discussing what was we needed for childproofing.   There's one cabinet that doesn't necessarily need latches, but it also shouldn't be 'free to access'.   The nanny asked me if we were gong to be willing to invest the time to teach him that there are forbidden places. That's my preference, but we'll see how easy that is with a little boy!

Sunday mornings are swim lessons.  He loves being in the water--which bodes well for the warm weather vacations we hope to take again [and starting in March with our 5th anniversary celebration].