And so it begins….


Happy Sunday (oh Sunday….we meet again ;-))

From the day your baby is born, you start anticipating all the milestones. Their first smile (that is not gas), their first tooth, gurgles and coos. It is exciting when the baby moves beyond the ‘lump stage’ and actually starts moving his/her body, waves and claps, laughs and rolls over and starts sitting up. It’s even more fun when they start eating solids and become mobile.  

You take pictures, mark the date and glow with pride over your baby’s accomplishments. If you are anything like me, you sit back and get a little shocked at how fast your child is growing up! In front of your eyes, your baby is turning into a little person (with a big personality).

My son took his first step today. 1 year, 3 weeks and 1 day old. He has been standing for a long time now. He is pretty steady on his feet, but today was THE day. It happened. The day we have known was coming for a while. The moment we have anticipated and prayed wouldn’t happen at the sitters. And I missed it. SERIOUSLY! I missed it. 

I wrote in an earlier post about how important it was to get out on your own without your baby. Well that bit me in the ass. haha. I spent the entire weekend, as I always do, with my son. I woke with him at 5am this morning…….I played with him, fed, napped and walked him and at 4:20pm this afternoon I realized I needed to get something from the mall. I decided it would be nice to go by myself, to get out of the house and run to the mall for 5 minutes to pick up a pair of shoes. I wasn’t gone a total of 20 mins….. but 10 minutes into my exciting trip I get a text from my husband that says I should probably hurry home. I asked why…..and when he told me I almost cried.

 I was in Payless buying a pair of shoes and I almost shoplifted. Not on purpose, but in my mad rush to get to my car and back home, I almost ran out of the store wearing my new black sandals (that I now hate and blame for missing my son’s first step). I didn’t of course. I paid for them, and in my anxious state entered the wrong pin number and had to start over. I swear I just wanted to throw my debit card at the cashier and tell her to take it, I didn’t care. I had better places to be. (Note to self: start carrying cash).

So I drove home, barely stopped at two stop signs, got caught behind two cars that were going less than the speed limit (note to self: apologize to old lady for flipping her the bird) so it seemed like a long drive home. 

When I walked through the door my son was sitting on the floor. I expected him to walk down the stairs to greet me. He was walking now wasn’t he? ha! So here was what I missed:  My husband had been in the kitchen and “A” reached up to him as if he wanted to go up in his arms. My hubby took a step back and put his arms out, and when he did,  A took two very sturdy and balanced steps toward him and into his arms!!! After hearing this,  I tried it when I came home. I stood him in front of me and crouched down and put my arms out. It was a bit wobbly, but he took one step toward me. YAY! So to me, that was what counted- that was his first step 😉  

I am actually not bitter that my husband witnessed the first step, I am just beyond thrilled that it happened. It is so exciting to watch your baby grow and learn. He is saying “up” and “gone” now, and “uh oh” over and over. I could listen to the sound of his sweet little voice all day long (even at 5am when he wakes up, it makes me giggle). It honestly seems like yesterday he was a little 7lb wrinkly little baby. Now, he’s growing into a little boy. I see changes in him almost everyday.

 I thought that the fact that he grew in and came out of my body was amazing (and still kinda alien). Well watching him grow on the other side is even more amazing. It really is a miracle. And it’s just the beginning.

 Hugs & Smiles,



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