Life has just been moving right along around here. We are go go going and we’ve settled in this nice little groove and not having to leave the house loaded down with a diaper bag bigger than my baby is pretty rad. We’re coming up on 17 months (this Saturday!) and we’ve OFFICIALLY got a walker. Sure, he’s taken a few steps here and there but in the last two days it’s like he just woke up one morning and was all “Yup, I’m ready.” Well, I’m here to tell you that I am not ready! I changed my mind!
You’d think I’d have been so ready for this, I had 17 whole months to prepare for it after all, but each little step breaks my heart and makes it swell up inside my chest simultaneously. He’s mostly walking on his own inside the house but anywhere else we do the hold on tight to one finger walk. Today at the park I tried to encourage him to do it on his own for a second before I realized that he will be running away from me in no time, so I stuck out my pointer finger and tottered behind him as he led me around the park and under slides that “Mommy is too big to fit under” but I crouched down and didn’t even hit my head once.
Now that I think about it, that’s kind of how things have been around here lately. We’re ducking and weaving and trying to manage everything at once without getting knocked down. Corey’s completely engrossed in all things MMA and has been at the gym a few times a week and working late a lot on top of it and I’m working on a side project that I can’t decide if it’s brilliant or complete crap yet. I’ll let you know when I figure it out. The only problem is that by the time the whole house goes to bed and I can actually do something productive, that’s about the last thing I want to do. I actually have an episode of Shameless loading up right now. But at the end of a day like today, a get outside and run around until your forehead is shiny and your back is aching from all the bending and lifting an (almost) 19 pound boy day. A come home to your husband and watch all your missed shows on the couch while the boy naps and eat all the snack the boy can’t have (gelato!) days. A this is too good a day to not remember so I must sacrifice precious minutes of sleep to record it all kind of day. You just realize that life is damn good and as I sit here and look around this little cozy little nest we’ve created I know there is not a thing in the world worth complaining about. Not even the fact that the cat took a poop in the middle of the bathroom floor and then tried to cover it up with a mountain of litter. Nope, you can’t get me. Not today! (But maybe tomorrow so cut it out, Mister!)
And because you care, here is our day at the park in pictures
We started out on the swings…
And that my friends, is how you do a Wednesday. LIKE A BOSS.
– Mama Tyler, over and out