Hit the ground running

That is exactly what he did! He is off and crawling at a lighting fast pace. My buddha baby is almost 10 months old and I absolutely cannot believe it. I was watching videos last night of him when he was just a week old and realized how much he has changed. He's so aware of everything that is going on...reminds me so much of his daddy, just a little scientist trying to figure out how the world works.

Using his little pincher grasp he delicately picks a block off of my huge greek style contruction in the living room and decides now is the time that he learns some laws of physics...slings his little arms about and takes aim hitting the crucial point in which to make my beautiful creation of blocks come tumbling down. He doesn't laugh.. or even make a sound, just looks at me as if to say ," Interesting....I'll take note of what has occurred here as to the use of blocks as projectiles and the force it takes to obliterate your entire structure and keep it for further reference."

He has also become an eating machine...which has also made me quite sad because he isn't nursing as much as he used to. He likes peas and broccoli with a nice helping of mashed potatoes.. my buddha man even likes the nasty jars of pureed meat! His absolute favorite thing to eat is freeze dried strawberries and fresh watermelon. Right now he is circling the playpen searching for grandma to hand him the freeze dried goodness!

It is so hard to comprehend the love that you feel for your child , but even more than that it is a whole new feeling of being loved so much by someone you are just getting to know. He is such a little character full of his own sense of humor, quirks, and his own little charm. I never want to be comfortable in my role of being a mother...I want to cherish every moment.

Last night, I laid next to him in bed and realize how he is a perfect match for me to cuddle next to. His pudgy little feet wiggle and squirm until they find me and then he relaxes... safe and secure knowing he isn't alone. I cried as I stroked his hair and help his hand knowing that this is all I have... this moment in my life is where I feel complete and whole like no other time else.

I'm going to miss it when I can no longer carry him around with his little face nuzzled against my chest and his arms wrapped around me. I am going to miss his little hand wrapped around my finger...and the way he smiles in his sleep, ( he laughs in his sleep too... that was how I heard him giggle for the first time) and the way he wakes up always beaming with love.

How can you miss somebody who is right here? I think I figured out how.