His new thing… thinks he’s so clever holding the bottle.
Aidan is almost one year old and I’m often finding myself taken aback by it all. One minute I’m sitting there playing and then he does something wondrous (in my eyes) and I’m inhaling sharply and think to myself, “Who is this child? Where did my baby go?“. I was told it would happen, that time would fly by and I should cherish the squishiness of my little babe but I was naive and didn’t believe them. Now the time has come and he’s almost a toddler.
It really dawns on me how big he is when I see myself holding him on my hip in the mirror, his legs are long and dangly and his arms reach out wide. When I pop him in the stroller or cars eat and realise I have to adjust the straps. When I try to put on his/my favourite top and I can’t get it over his head. When he runs along the furniture. When he walks between the furniture. When his shoes no longer fit and his hats are all too tight. When he talks full sentences even though we have no idea what he says, we get the emotion behind it. When he says Dada, Mama, Og (dog), Ok (book) or Ot (bottle). When he gives me high-fives and blows raspberries on me.
I know a lot of people write monthly letters to their children on their blogs but I knew it wasn’t for me. I’m going to write one on paper for his birthday and keep it for when he grows up, as I will for every single one of his birthdays. I still can’t believe it’s less than a month away… time really does fly.