In an effort to keep up with requests for new pics of Simon I have decided to start blogging. It seems like a good opportunity also to keep track of all the silly and outrageously wonderful things he does each day.
I spent the day studying for boards (I promise we'll get to Simon....). Ugh. Four or five more weeks, still far enough away so I don't know exactly how long, but close enough that I should start doing something about it and not wait until the last minute (rewind to October 2005). I came home to an very enthusiastic "HI MOMMY!" and a big grin from the top of the stairs. I run up to him and ask for a kiss. He starts to walk into his room, turns around and comes at me, full force, mouth open for a welcome home kiss. I wipe the drool off my face (he's teething) and follow him into his room to "PAY COWS?" Well cows only last so long before Simon's on to the next activity. He jumps up into his rocking chair, lays across it sideway with his little legs hanging over the arm rest and exclaims, "TEENY TINY BABY!" I looked at my very big boy, who not too long ago was indeed a teeny tiny baby and felt an overwhelming sense of both pride in my beautiful wonderful son, and sadness at how fast he's growing into an independant little guy. My baby is not a baby anymore. He runs around the house like a nut, he rides his giraffe at the speed of light in the living room, he throws and hits baseballs, he watches the Red Sox games yelling at the top of his lungs, "GO MAMMY, GO BIG PAPI, HIT BALL!" He is truly a toddler now. It's a difficult thing, to embrace the people they are becoming and still to feel a sense of sadness at the two years that have flown by. Our days of nursing nonstop, snuggles in bed in the morning and having him fall back to sleep, and all of the wonderful things about babies are gone. They have been replaced by all the wonderful things about toddlers. His unrelenting curiosity about the world around him, his ability to ask for and receive what he wants, as long as it comes with a "PEESE MOMMY!", he runs and jumps and plays and is so much fun to be around. So while I miss my little baby, I probably always will, I love love love this wonderful toddler who makes me laugh (and cry sometimes) and always has something to say no matter what's going on, who loves being the peanut butter in the mommy-mama sandwich and who makes every day exciting.
I spent the day studying for boards (I promise we'll get to Simon....). Ugh. Four or five more weeks, still far enough away so I don't know exactly how long, but close enough that I should start doing something about it and not wait until the last minute (rewind to October 2005). I came home to an very enthusiastic "HI MOMMY!" and a big grin from the top of the stairs. I run up to him and ask for a kiss. He starts to walk into his room, turns around and comes at me, full force, mouth open for a welcome home kiss. I wipe the drool off my face (he's teething) and follow him into his room to "PAY COWS?" Well cows only last so long before Simon's on to the next activity. He jumps up into his rocking chair, lays across it sideway with his little legs hanging over the arm rest and exclaims, "TEENY TINY BABY!" I looked at my very big boy, who not too long ago was indeed a teeny tiny baby and felt an overwhelming sense of both pride in my beautiful wonderful son, and sadness at how fast he's growing into an independant little guy. My baby is not a baby anymore. He runs around the house like a nut, he rides his giraffe at the speed of light in the living room, he throws and hits baseballs, he watches the Red Sox games yelling at the top of his lungs, "GO MAMMY, GO BIG PAPI, HIT BALL!" He is truly a toddler now. It's a difficult thing, to embrace the people they are becoming and still to feel a sense of sadness at the two years that have flown by. Our days of nursing nonstop, snuggles in bed in the morning and having him fall back to sleep, and all of the wonderful things about babies are gone. They have been replaced by all the wonderful things about toddlers. His unrelenting curiosity about the world around him, his ability to ask for and receive what he wants, as long as it comes with a "PEESE MOMMY!", he runs and jumps and plays and is so much fun to be around. So while I miss my little baby, I probably always will, I love love love this wonderful toddler who makes me laugh (and cry sometimes) and always has something to say no matter what's going on, who loves being the peanut butter in the mommy-mama sandwich and who makes every day exciting.
One of my favorite summertime pics, Simon and the sand attack!
Simon and his Grump at a Portland Sea Dogs game in early September.
Like Mommy, like son...
Simon and Mama and a quick preview of the chicken costume...
Beautiful boy.
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