As a newborn he was this perfect lil' angel. Then came on the horrible reflux. Which was a good two months or more. And man were those killer months. He was held constantly and got extremely spoiled. So when he's reflux finally subsided he was so used to being held that it was all he wanted. I got some guns on myself from holding him all day long. Slowly, but surely he finally accepted the fact that I wasn't gonna always hold him. His jumper was a lifesaver. But he still fussed, a lot! As Eli learned to hold himself up and with reassurance from me, he got kind of used to the idea of playing by himself on the floor. That lasted for only like 10 mins, but that 10 mins I ran around the house like a mad man trying to get everything and anything done that I could cram into that 10 mins. Then came transitioning him to his crib. Which I thank the Lord, was so easy. He slept so much better and his 10pm bed time went to 9, to 8 to 630. And his nightly wakes stopped slowly. (he still has his moments though:) Then he stopped wanting to be rocked. Which def. hurt. I wasn't too ready for that. He would wake so easily if we held him too long. That was something I wasn't ready for. I love cuddling my lil' love bug. Then came the longer shopping trips. He had his on and off days. The day we took out his infant car seat and replaced it with a convertible car seat or as I call his big boy car seat :) he was an angel. No screaming murder, literally that boy hated his old car seat. I thought he just hated being restrained, but the moment he sat in his new big boy car seat he was so quiet, Moi and I had to keep looking back to check on him cuz he was just too quiet. I think it was just to tight for his body. All his lil' rolls were getting caught up in the car seat. :)
Onto now. He's really a lil' infant. Not a baby. not my booger of a baby. He'll play in his crib while I wake and make my morning coffee and get our things ready for the day. He'll giggle on the floor for minutes on end playing with the puppies and seeing what things he can find. He'll pass out in his car seat only minutes into our car ride.
These past few days he's really changed. He's gone two days in a row without his midday nap and is still in such a good mood. Playing, talking and just relaxing in his stroller. Yesterday we went to Ikea and he was good the whole three hours we were in the store. Today at my photo class he again sat in his stroller, just waiting for mama to be done. On the way home he fussed a lil', but stopped and when we got home he ate and played. He's becoming so amazingly independent. He loves chatting with people and I promise you I hear him say, HI. Really, I so do! When he's watched by my mom or mother in law, we always get good reports back. Eli was amazing.
I love knowing my baby is becoming a big boy. Though there is an underlining sadness that lies beneath the excitement in my face seeing Eli grow. He's really growing up and that part is hard to swallow. This lil' boy that was once in my belly, depending on only me, is soon gonna be a full on fledged walking, talking, let me do this myself, wiggling fiercely out of arms to go play lil' human. Moi says he can't wait till' Eli is older, but I know once Eli hits that age, he's gonna want his cuddly lil' buddy back. I sure know I will. Even when I'm in the moment with my sweet boy, I seem to escape the room as my thoughts go else where, imagining what Eli will be doing a week from now, and then next month from now and then a year from now. It's def. bittersweet. I'm having a blast as we play together and he laughs the loudest laugh, but then the knowing of what will soon be next, makes me take a step back, knowing words are to follow. And I know some of those words won't be so nice of words one day. It shouldn't be this way. But I know I can't stop time from passing or surging on. Can I just escape this fast paced world for something a lil' slow tempo. Where children stay lil', mommy's and daddy's love forever and we all live happily ever after? Ugh, then I'm hit with the reality stick so sudden. I know this is something I gotta get used too, or else I'm just gonna drive myself crazy, like I'm subconsciously doing now.
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