mobility

if someone would have told me to savor the first couple of months of soren's life - that those were the easiest times - i never would have believed it. but i really think it is true. those were the days! i guess i should qualify it, though. they were easy in the sense of not having a whole lot of work to do to care for him. he ate, slept, pooped, peed, cried, and looked around. he couldn't move an inch if he wanted to. he slept more than he was awake. he didn't play. he didn't do much of anything, really, and we thought it was the hardest thing we had ever done. i guess what wasn't so easy is the fact that we were totally sleep deprived and out of our minds, but that is now a distant memory.

now i know hard. or at least i think i do. it's caring for an (almost) completely mobile, 20 lb. monster named soren. he crawls, pulls up on everything, "cruises" around the furniture, is awake way more than he sleeps, fights naps, eats solid food (table and baby food), has definite opinions and ideas about everything, has an attention span of a cheese stick, hits things, licks everything, puts everything directly into his mouth, pulls the garbage can over, and over, and over, and over...

i realized last night while talking to a friend from college that i hadn't blogged in so long because the last entry corresponded with the time around soren could sit up on his own. for him, once he masters one thing he is immediately on to the next. so once he sat up, he started crawling. once he could crawl well, he started pulling up. once he started pulling up, he wanted to move. now all he wants to do is walk - he just doesn't have the balance yet. he looks a whole lot like a drunken sailor, stumbling around the house while one of us holds onto his tiny hands. you can't leave the little guy alone for one second. not one. and of course i'm complaining now! i just think about him walking, and i get sick. that's when i'll know hard.