Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Almost 8 months


Elliot is growing up. He's getting daddy's curls! He is so smart--really, really smart. A little man. I can't get much past him. He is the love of my life. He is not an "easy" baby in many ways. Sleep remains an issue--naps mostly. He is up most of a 12 hour day, and still nurses at night. I know that as much as nursing is taxing--and a struggle for us sometimes--I will miss having him so close. My little doll baby looking like a little boy.
He speed crawls. He pulls up to his knees and puts one foot down to come to standing. He is far from that I think--but he's getting the idea. His curiosity renews me and my love for the smaller things in life.
The dogs remain a favorite. The toothbrush, running water, and mangoes are also big hits. He is my walking buddy. Today babbling throughout our entire walk--making a new noise that sounds like squishing bubbles inside his tiny mouth.
He does a "bashful" move where he'll quickly turn his face into my chest--smiling, playing coy. I adore this.
One day when he is older--when he has a child of his own--he will know how much I love him. And as difficult as motherhood can be sometimes--I miss him when he sleeps.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Four legged loves


Here's to the dogs. The dogs that were our "babies" until our babies became our babies. My dear friend Ravyn just lost her sweet "Fiver." Ravyn is a new mama too--her son, Sufyan is just 5 days older than Elliot. Sufyan walks--by the way. Anyhow, I take this moment to send love to all the doggies who bring, and have brought so much love, warmth, and companionship to the lives of their owners. My heart goes out to Ravyn and her family.
Here is a pic of my two mutts, Linus and Lebowski. They are wonderful and trouble all in one. They do LOVE Elliot though, and that makes me think the world of them. They have accepted him completely. Today Elliot ripped out clumps of Linus hair and pounded on his chest. Linus looked almost drugged with love--not wincing once as this little "pup" Elliot wreaked havoc on him. He lay there, soaking up all the screeching and beating as if it were music and massage.