The beginning of my day…
The sun subtly peaks through my chocolate colored (what I thought were sun proof) curtains, and with perfect aim proceeds to hit me directly in my eyes…
(Me) "Good morning sun.” (Sun)“Good morning Tella.”
I turn over and happen to see my adorable son wake up juuust in time to see my blinding wakeup call …and he of course, begins to giggle with delight… could’ve been at my plight, could’ve been he just felt the need to giggle, lol I guess we’ll never know. Leaping out of bed, I mosey on towards my son to start my day:)
Sooo within the last few days, my son has discovered that he has the ability to sit up on his own. Now... I normally take pleasure in my sons brand new triumphs, but this one came with a price…What goes up? Must come down. The moment I realized he had seemed to master sitting up, and maneuvering himself within the confines of his play yard (aka my haven/his cage). I felt a huge sense of relief. Knowing I could just run into the kitchen at any moment and brew myself up a fresh cup of bustello with no worries. I mean, because I knew (kneeew) that he was safely tumbling around without a care in the world...right?
(Several moments later)…as the heavenly scent of coffee began to gently fill the air…there it was…”Thump”…followed by the worst sound a mother could possibly hear…my son crying at the top of his lungs. I began to run for dear life from the kitchen towards the living room(a very, veeery short distance mind you, but yes... I ran none the less lol)..I than scooped up my tearfully blubbering son and held on to him closely, in the hopes that he would now know the world was safe once more…(ok a bit dramatic yes…but true.) :)
This little story ladies is a brief example of how the rest of my day pretty much went lol, thump, cry and me probably more panicked than he was. So yes I love and cherish my little A’s accomplishments…but god help me, they terrify me too lol.
(And yes I did eventually get too enjoy my nice cup a joe…micro waved to perfection of course) :)
On that note...till next time girls,
::sigh::
heres to milestones;)
::sigh::
heres to milestones;)
xoxoxo
~Tella
Oh the thump *cry* has only begun! Wait for the unexpected crib jail break... I think that was my favorite out of all the escapes. My son is 2 now and we hear thump *cry* a few times a day.. and they still terrify me too!
ReplyDeleteOh yes--those are the worst! When my little girl was just a tiny baby she managed to fall off the couch and I FREAKED!!! Nothing worse than hearing that thump! I know they're coming again as soon as my little guy figures out how to sit up...should be any day now!!
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ReplyDeleteThe first bumps are the worst, aren't they? Here's to hoping you don't have a heart attack in the next 18 years. For all of us, actually...
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