Ignacio is one and a half years old! For his "half-birthday" mama and Ignacio packed a yummy picnic and went to two parks and went swimming in one lake and one pool. To mark the occassion papa attempted his first official commute to work on his bike (a '77 Schwin), which he achieved! (It's like 24 miles one way people) In just six months I will be sitting hear talking about my two year old toddler and all that he brings to my life, but for now he is still my baby boy whose butt looks small in diapers and who still teeters around babbling. He can still get away with throwing his snack crackers around the living room rug and intentially tipping his sippy cup upside down as to create a puddle which he quickly sticks his feet in. The word "no" is acquiring more meaning as he equates it with meaning the opposite of "yes".
We experienced our first "night terrors" with Ignacio last week and, let me tell you it is something freaky. I was about to pray a rosary and you all know how long its been since that has happened! After researching them the next night I realized we did everything wrong like try to hold him, attempt to comfort him and say his name. I guess the hugging him while singing his name prolonged the fiasco. Good news...he won't remember it...bad news...he will if he goes to regression therapy.
This is my last week of working during the day and I am about to embark on a new adventure along with Ignacio, Addison and Krista. All of our weeks are about to look very different with me staying at home full-time with Ignacio. We are all connected in such a special way that I am sure not much will change... except I won't leave two crying boys plastered up against the bay window at Krista's watching me as I hop into my car and ask myself, "Why am doing this again?" Although I am sure I will ask myself that question a million more times in a million more ways in my life.
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