We’ve entered a new season in our house. Gone is my rolly polly little baby scooting across the floor. The days of endless backaches and rocking him to bed are few and far between. I’m no longer carrying around 5lbs of luggage every time we leave the house and there are no more middle of the night wake up calls or bags under my eyes (I’m particularly excited about this one!).
Instead we’re running and chasing and playing peekaboo around the corner. The giggle that erupts from the pit of his stomach and stops him in his tracks when I pop out and say “BOO!” gets me every time. He’s listening and showing me exactly what he wants and his tiny personality is beaming through, which also means there are times when he just doesn’t know how to communicate something and he’ll throw himself on the floor. As much as I hate to see him cry, it’s kind of hilarious how frustrated he’ll get if I give him strawberries instead of watermelon or when can’t find the exact toy he’s looking for. As my mom would say, “testing…testing…1 2 3″.
He is just so much fun these days and has me cracking up 95% of the time. We’re singing songs and clapping our hands and he’s generally just my little sidekick these days. I love waking up in the morning and kissing his sweet cheeks and planning out our days. The difference between 8 and 18 months is so drastic but it’s also so great. We’ve been sleeping through the night (thanks to co-sleeping), I get to do a solid 30 minutes of yoga most mornings and I’m even going to start doing some freelance work from home again. It really feels like we’re in such a good groove right now. There’s no other way I’d rather spend my days and going back to work in an office again seems like a death sentence.
Even though he feels like such a big boy these days, when he crawls in my lap and rests his head on my shoulder he’s zapped back to my teeny tiny baby in an instant. Or when he falls down and I’m the first person he runs to. I hate seeing his poor knees all scraped up but I love being the one to comfort him. And when my back is aching from a terrible teething please hold me all day day and I try to hand him off to Dad for just one minute and he shakes his head and says “no no no”, I kind of beam inside.
While I most definitely want to have another baby someday, this stage in life is so great that I can’t imagine interrupting it. My doctor recommended that I not wait and “complete the family as soon as possible” but pregnancy for me means some form of bed rest and there’s no way I’m missing out on 9 months of afternoon walks or trips to the park right now. It may sound petty and childish but I just really don’t want to feel excluded from anything. I love picking up Cooper and spinning him around the living room and I’m not ready to give that up. I will squeeze every ounce of baby out of him that I can.