My son is ALMOST 7-months-old. It’s funny how time passes. For so long he seemed stuck in development. Nothing more than a slightly animated face. I think it was around month 4 that things started to change. He began to react more and he sat up on his own. Today, he’s trying his darnedest to crawl and I have no doubt in a few weeks he will definitely be mobile.
He is such a happy baby. He’s always smiling and giggling. I dance around with him in my arms and he throws his head back and laughs. Does he sleep through the night? Sometimes. And when he does it’s a beautiful thing. More often than not he will either wake up at 1:30 or 4:00 am. At 1:30, I try to rock him back to sleep and return him to his crib. At 4am I bring him into bed with me. He snuggles in and falls fast asleep. I don’t sleep but instead I stare at him, feeling grateful. For the longest time I fought bringing him into our bed. But then I remembered how I felt as a little girl, when my mother embraced me. It was so comforting and I felt safe and loved. I want Jimmy to feel all those things. And so, I let him snuggle in.
It was end of April that we moved into our new home. It was beginning of May that I asked our realtor to put Eddie’s old house up for sale. I had such a feeling that it would take months and months before we’d find an interested buyer. Especially since my gorgeous condo languished on the market for months and months. What chance would Eddie’s fixer upper that was never fixed up have? Within 5 days our realtor found a buyer. Twenty days after that we closed the deal and walked away with just one mortgage. Talk about blessed!
I feel like we are finally in the swing of things here. The house is painted and carpeted. Jimmy is baptized. All the things we were trying to get done are done. I think I am ready to start at a gym. I want to do some aerobic exercise to clear my mind and get myself back into some sort of shape. I am only about 15 pounds away from my goal weight. Yes, I do curse all the mint chocolate ice cream I indulged in during pregnancy. Whatever. It is what it is. I’ve lost weight before, I can do it again.
What else? I don’t know. Things are just swell. It’s wonderful. I am living my dream.