Well, it’s happened – our baby is officially halfway through his first year today.
I can’t believe it’s been six months. Everyone always says “enjoy it, it goes fast”, and while we were slogging through those brutal first three months, I kept thinking “fast?!?! What kind of evil and deluded person calls this fast?! I’ll take your fast and swap you for my never-ending.”
But then interactive baby Jackson showed up on the scene, and so came the smiles and the enjoyment and the hugs and the happy to see us … and then pseudo-motor control baby Jackson appeared and began to grab our noses and put little smudgy fingerprints on our glasses and keeps improving every day … and goofy baby Jackson snuck in at some point with his look of intense focus and “check out what I can do” as he flails his arms and legs with pride … and chubby baby Jackson is inflating that little belly and those thighs every hour of every day … and OMG CHATTY baby Jackson is pretty much our constant companion during waking hours as he looks very seriously at his listeners and tells you his views on everything — probably including the meaning of life and how to solve the current financial situation — if only we knew what he was saying. (What’s that? Buy stock in milk??)
And now, well, now things are going too fast. You can turn down the speed now, really. With both of us at work, days whiz by and we only get a few precious hours with him in the morning and at night during the week. If he’s refused to nap at daycare, they’re not even very fun hours in the evening as everything is WRONG, and everything SUCKS, and you will all PAY for your lack of understanding, and I will express my displeasure with screams. FOOLS! Also the teething – the sudden arching of the back, the reddening of the face and the screaming in pain. It’s hard to watch, not fun to listen to and keeps us all up at night.
And yet… we’re keeping him.
We love his constant babbling, we love his chunky little thighs and his soft kissable cheeks, we melt for his smiles and for his hugs. We love that every morning he wakes up happy and when we go into his room after we hear that he’s awake – something he alerts us to by starting his daily monologue – he smiles up at us with such joy that it makes getting up at 6:00 a.m. tolerable. Well, almost.
Basically, we’re hooked, and we look forward to the next 6 months, and the next and the next. Now would someone please show me where the speed knob is so I can slow this down?
Scrawny Jackson six months ago
Chunky Jackson today!
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