Not so much.
It's crazy how fast things change, how your feelings alter and perceptions shatter. Nicholas now pulls himself across the floor like a wounded soldier, gets up on his legs, bounces and will then decide to army crawl again. Each time he does it I have two feelings. The first: joy! He's crawling!! The second: dread....he's crawling. Next is walking. And judging by the way he shatters my ankles with his walker, my little monkey (he's also an accomplished climber) is learning how to be mobile, fast.
He also loves solids and is unsure of his intrusive first tooth. I'm sure they'll learn to get a long soon enough, but for now he is more interested gnawing on anything from books to fingers and anything in between.
Phil and I are coping with broken sleep at night, while also learning to deal with the flailing arms and legs when we are catching a few winks. What started out as a temporary relief of my fear of SIDS has turned into a full fledged co-sleeper arrangement and now, I want my bed back. I love my little snuggler, but I miss sleeping without my arms up over my head and two little feet kicking my midsection. Eventually, as everyone reminds me, he will sleep on his own in his own bed. Patience. In the meantime I have caffeine and chocolate.
I know there's so much more to write and hopefully I'll remember to keep better notes and anecdotes to share, until then I am off to put the little monster down for a nap and try to catch a few winks myself.
