Another month has flown by and you’re getting bigger than ever.
There are moments when I watch you playing on the floor in your room and babbling to yourself. Peanut, you look so grown up and I love you so much that it almost hurts.
You have grown out of your infant car seat, and love to devour vegetables and your cereal. You often giggle through mouthfuls and flash a sweet messy grin at me or your daddy. You still aren’t quite crawling yet, but you’re getting closer and closer each day. And on top of that, you take the cutest little uncoordinated steps when we help you stand up. I am so not ready for that yet! Your personality comes out more and more and I just cherish being able to see the girl you are becoming.
You don’t always appreciate the solo play time I mentioned earlier though… This month you have taken crying when we set you down or walk away to a whole new level. Like always, it breaks my heart to hear you cry. I wish that my whole day could simply be filled with you. I wish there wasn’t laundry to do, or dogs to let out, or dishes to do, or beds to make, or phone calls to answer. But, little one, that’s life. And as much as I wish I didn’t have those things to do, they mean that life is being lived in our house. And that’s ok. I hate hearing your cry (or scream) when I have to step away for a minute, but selfishly, part of my relishes the fact that you want me near you. I know there will probably come a day when you would rather me just drop you off a block away from school rather than walking you in. There will come a day when you don’t need me like you do now. So while I may be at wits end wishing you wouldn’t cry while I take care of the evidence of a life lived in our house, I just try to remind myself that those screams are the “I love you” you can’t yet say.