Today Mace is 9 months old, and I know mom's say this a lot, but I honestly cannot believe where the time has gone.
Umm ... wow. I also cannot believe what crappy colour my old camera gave me. But I digress ...
I love my little boy. I love how he sticks his tongue out when he gives his half-smiles, how he sneezes when out in bright sunlight, how he says "Mom-nom-nom" when eating something he likes. I love how he loves loud noises like vacuums and garbeurators, his little shrieks of joy when he discovers something new, and the way he smells after a bath. He's just ... delicious, and I'm not a good enough writer to describe all the ways. But trust me, you'd like 'im.
Not only is Mason 9 months old today, but it was also his first-ever day with just the bottle. Last night I nursed him for the final time and yes, I did shed a tear or two. I didn't think I would but Mace decided to really snuggle in for a long-haul feed, as though he knew it would be his last ever. I swear he knew, because lately he tends to thrash around when nursing and last night it was like when he was first born. He even *sigh* fell asleep at the end. And I melted, and my heart broke the tiniest bit.
Kids. They really get to you sometimes.
Anyways, I'm off to continue my work on my weekend project:
Gah!! I told you it was disturbing! For some reason I decided that I needed to completely gut my office, and now am dreadfully regretting the decision. But it needs to be done. I've got too much stuff from my former life as a stationary designer (oh, you didn't know that about me? There are so many more things you have yet to learn, my friend), and not enough space for my ever-expanding collection of teaching paraphernalia. So gut it I will.
I promise that my next post will (hopefully) be of better quality than this one. Pathetic, I tell ya. Pathetic.