So, it’s hard to imagine my little man is almost 10 months old. Crawling. Standing. Dancing.
Oh, that’s the good stuff.
There’s also…Screaming. Whining. Pooping. Not sleeping. Teething. Screaming. Whining. Eating weird things he finds on the carpet. Trying to crawl into the Internet (he has an obsession with our modem. I keep telling him Tron isn’t as much fun as it seems. He doesn’t listen.) Crying. Complaining.
Not ever sleeping.
Did I mention he has some sleep issues?
This is the bad stuff.
Buuuut. Even the bad stuff can be good stuff. Even when he is in the most terrible of moods, he’s still the cutest guy I’ve ever met in my whole life. Serious. Even cuter than my husband. Every time we are in the middle of a terrible meltdown, or up for the 4th time for the night and it’s only midnight, or in the middle of a serious poopslposion clean up….whatever crisis is happening, I can’t help but think that this whole momhood thing is pretty amazing. Even when it sucks, it’s amazing. It’s humbling. It makes you more patient. It makes you slow down and really look at life, even when it seems to be flying by.
Yup, I’m that person.
I’m that person who can’t stop blubbering about how becoming a mom has changed my life. And you know what, life is pretty great.