Hope your Christmas is warm and bright! We’ll be back next week with our regularly scheduled content, but we’re enjoying snow and family this week. Happy Christmas!
Please excuse me while I post a shaky video of my baby in his diaper with my squeaky voice in the background, but my baby is walking. He took his first steps over a month ago, and would walk a couple of steps in between the couch and the chair, or if he was holding onto my hand, but over the weekend he took a couple of steps, and then a couple more, and bam. He’s a walker.
I have to say, Harry walking is my favorite. He’s getting better every day, but he still walks with his arms out in front of him, toddling from side to side, sometimes moving sideways instead of forward. It throws me for such a loop when he comes walking around the corner, or when I see him out of the corner of my eye running across the living room.
He’s so proud of himself, and rightfully so. Officially a toddler. Am I ready for that?
Monday, Harry celebrated his eleventh month. How are we already less than a month from the big first birthday? We treasure every single day with this kid, and really see how much of a true blessing he is. He is so much fun… very spirited, determined, stubborn, and energetic and I love every minute of it.
Harry can say many words and make many animal noises now, yet he prefers to call most things, animals, and people “Doggie.” He most definitely communicates now, and he knows exactly what he wants. He eats so well (three bowls of soup last night!) and then requests dessert, i.e. dates or blueberries. He is really able to let me know exactly what he wants and I love it.
Harry took his first steps this month! He will walk a few paces on his own, but likes the security of the couch or Mama’s hand. But hold his hand and watch him go. He had four more flights this month and did wonderfully. What he decided not to do wonderfully with was nighttime car rides – not a fan. He also ran his first race on Thanksgiving, along with having turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and cranberry relish for the first time.
I really, truly can’t believe how big this kid is. He’s imitating animal noises, he can tell you where the fan is in every room, he knows what I’m saying anytime I mention food, and he’s picking out his favorite books for me to read over and over again. I absolutely adore being his mama. He is the most fun I’ve ever had in my life.
Not bad Mississippi, not bad. I did just come from Michigan where Harry experienced his first snow, but I respect your effort. You’re definitely not failing Fall this year. Sure, it’s December, so the white I’m really hoping for is snow, but the fog will do nicely if snow isn’t on the agenda. I give you a B+.
Harry ran his first race on Thanksgiving. In hindsight, the Detroit Turkey Trot might not have been the most ideal first race for a little southern boy who wasn’t even in his own stroller. A record-breaking 22,000 people ran that race with us, and let me tell you. I think they were all running a few seconds slower than us. Because I can’t tell you how many ankles that stroller ate when some slowpoke cut us off.
Poor Harry had been in the stroller just sitting around waiting for the race to start longer than he had anticipated that morning. He didn’t plan accordingly when choosing his breakfast that morning (he refused everything). He was tired, cold, and hungry. And he let us all know he was not into the race.
We finished in just under 34 minutes and the snow was falling the whole time. Peeking through the throngs of people, Detroit was really pretty in that light. Big white snowflakes falling from the sky… The tall gray buildings looming overhead… rosy baby cheeks and nose.
Fingers crossed it didn’t scare him away from races forever. I promise to pick a smaller race next time, bud.
Hey everyone. Man it’s been a while. Thanks for sticking around. Harry and I just had a nice long (two weeks!) trip to Michigan, and boy was it busy. But nice. Great to be around family this time of year. It gets a little lonely down south just the two of us sometimes.
As much as I loved being up North, and was really sad to leave, it feels ridiculously good to be home. A bit quieter, a bit lonelier, a bit warmer… but nice. Sometimes you just need your own bed and your own park. Harry’s slept 11 hours straight every night since we’ve been home. So that gives you a sense of how much he missed his room.
I was driving to the grocery store the other night and remembered this time last year. Something about the warm/cool damp, dark air, driving by the hospital… it brought me back to last year, driving with Jon to our birthing class at the hospital. Full of excitement and questions. Listening to Christmas music on the way, dreaming about our little boy. It seemed so far away but at the same time, it felt like yesterday.
This time it was a bit different. I had a different boy in the car with me. The anticipation for January was just as strong, but for a different reason. There was no more wondering what Harry was going to look like, sound like, feel like, act like. I had the squirmy (dare I say it) toddler in the backseat with me. The Christmas music was still playing. I was all at once ridiculously happy and very sad.
This year has held some of the most amazing, happy, warm moments of my life, as well as some that don’t rank as high on the list. At the end of the day, though, I can’t help but feel like the luckiest lady in the world. To have a husband who loves me and thinks of me every day. To miss him as much as I do. To rather share a bed than have the whole queen sized mattress to myself. To have a sweet little baby who is feisty and stubborn, but sweet and happy. To get baby hugs and kisses and to feel the weight of a little sleeping babe in my arms.
To have made it to another Christmas season. This year might be a little weird for me, but I’m determined to make it wonderful. It is the most wonderful time of the year, after all.
Well, hows that for the first post back? I meant to say “Hi! I’m home, and here’s a cute picture of Harry from our trip to Ikea, he loved the pile of doggies.” and that came out. Whoops.