I often wonder to myself where in the world all these bloggers find time to blog. Seriously. With all their kids and the endless things they have to do, they always seem to have time to write/post these amazing blogs, these amazingly perfectly executed, look-at-my-awesome-totally-together-life. Most days I barely have time to stare at the walls. And forget about documenting "firsts" or those "oh-so-precious-moments". Are you kidding? Noah never does what I ask him to when I whip out my phone to record that super cute or amazingly genius thing he just did. But to try and WRITE about it? Squirrel. Yes that is how my brain operates 24 hours a day. I begin doing one thing and in less than five minutes I've moved on to tackling some other silly task like jumping out from behind the corner just to see and hear Noah lose it with his belly laugh. Or putting our heads together as he blows out of his nose loudly and waits for me to do the same. Bonding. It's my favorite thing in the whole world to do and I get to do it all...day...long. But again, that also means that I don't get to post, write, watch, or do any of the wonderful sedimentary mind-numbing activities like watching a whole season of Grey's Anatomy or playing the guitar because I felt like doing so on a whim. So my question is this. How do I capture all of these amazing moments when I feel like every time he laughs is amazing? Every time he scrunches his nose and smiles with those new baby chiclet teeth? I love the fact that I experience everything for the first time through the best lenses available for such moments, my eyes. But what happens when a year from now or 18 years from now I want to pull that memory out of storage and soak in the bliss that can only come from parenting a beautiful, loving and oh-so-happy little angel? What if I've forgotten how precious his little starfish hands are when he waves bye bye backwards or how his pillow-top feet don't fit in any regular shoes so I've had to invest in velcro Nikes even though I'm not a fan of this particular style? I wish I could physically file every second of every day with him for future trips down memory lane. Maybe that should be my next lofty goal that I never find time to finish....ha. Baby steps I guess. First step being that I've been able to write a quick blogeroo to complain about how I never have time to write these blogeroos.
Eh.
Says:
Hi Sweetheart with the same inflection I use...naturally
Hey/Hi guys...to everything including ceiling fans, plants, rocks...you get the idea
Scriptures
Grandpa
Mama...when he's whining at 4am and wants to eat...again
sida sijdljglakjs alsdjasdjf;a....jibberish for what I'm not quite sure yet.
Basically he has his own language and of course he doesn't say them correctly for example Hi Sweetheart sounds more like Hi diduh. But I know his language and we have many awesome convos where he takes the lead and I just listen with amazement. We've had to change all the doorknobs from lever to circular. If you ask him how old he is, he'll hold up his pointer finger...on both hands, but with his thumbs lagging behind almost as if making the letter L with those super cute pudgy fingers. And yes he has to use both hands. To use only one would be common and so mundane. He rarely walks but rather sprints everywhere now. And would live outside if he could. He absolutely loves being outside. I can't blame him though.
He really is awesome. And so funny. And he has stolen my heart.
