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Oct. 14th, 2013 01:19 amHappy boy. His moments of tears are so short lived, within minutes he's all smiles again. Its heartbreaking when he cries, and then again when he laughs. I melt. Deep belly laughs that leave him heaving in air to laugh some more, a big grin that splits his face wide with a gummy smile, creeping right up to his eyes.
He laughs during diaper changes, and clothing changes. Little things are just a riot to him and he runs a stream of his babble in his own incomprehensible tongue back at us. He's got something to say.
And I hope he's always this smiley happy child, content and cared for and I hope he knows that we are always here. The tears really never last very long, quickly forgotten with a cuddle and a kiss and he's back to laughter so fast it startles me sometimes.
There are some days where I can hardly believe he's here, he's mine. After ALL we went through, it still seems a bit unreal.
Today we went on the TTC to Danforth, a farther east part of the city fairly creeping into suburbia with wide multi lane roads and not our bustling corner of downtown. The mission, Target. We did some shopping and navigated TTC albeit they don't label the wheelchair/stroller access points with any clarity and I aim to mention that. The cars are exactly like the ones I used in Amsterdam, and they'll be great for getting around. Those high narrow stepped streetcars suck for loading/unloading even if you're perfectly mobile.
I really can't wait to go places with him. we are definitely thinking China when he's 10 or so, which seems so far off but at the same time seems to be barrelling along at top speed as he grows SO fast. Amsterdam is in the cards within the next year. Calgary and chicago short trips too. Boy, we are going places.
I never felt comfortable shifting my entire life to "suit" baby but it's implied that you're a bad parent when you don't make him the center of all the universe. He's the center of mine, but he isn't going to find the rest of the world revolving around him. And so we simply incorporated him into our routines and life and after a bit of adjustment we kinda hit a groove and it's been remarkably easy. He is not a stranger to the world around him and I like that.
writing is plodding along, some days 500 words, some days 1000. I'm shaking off some kind of mean low grade sort of stomach bug right now and it's finally going away.
This week back at the bench, errands to run, things to mail, go get refitted for bras because mine are all too big now, and probably get some major headway on the writing. Next weekend..not sure. weekend after, is Creativ, and Shelly and Tam want to meet the Bug.
( oddly lots of people comment on how "strong" of a name we gave Stirling and how classical yet unusual it is. I dunno. I find it strange when people give a kid a "cute" name that they'll have to live with as an adult. I love his name, and it does suit him, I think. It wasn't a special name other than we really liked it. We didn't have much naming angst with him. I think it's a good name, it'll serve him well.)
He laughs during diaper changes, and clothing changes. Little things are just a riot to him and he runs a stream of his babble in his own incomprehensible tongue back at us. He's got something to say.
And I hope he's always this smiley happy child, content and cared for and I hope he knows that we are always here. The tears really never last very long, quickly forgotten with a cuddle and a kiss and he's back to laughter so fast it startles me sometimes.
There are some days where I can hardly believe he's here, he's mine. After ALL we went through, it still seems a bit unreal.
Today we went on the TTC to Danforth, a farther east part of the city fairly creeping into suburbia with wide multi lane roads and not our bustling corner of downtown. The mission, Target. We did some shopping and navigated TTC albeit they don't label the wheelchair/stroller access points with any clarity and I aim to mention that. The cars are exactly like the ones I used in Amsterdam, and they'll be great for getting around. Those high narrow stepped streetcars suck for loading/unloading even if you're perfectly mobile.
I really can't wait to go places with him. we are definitely thinking China when he's 10 or so, which seems so far off but at the same time seems to be barrelling along at top speed as he grows SO fast. Amsterdam is in the cards within the next year. Calgary and chicago short trips too. Boy, we are going places.
I never felt comfortable shifting my entire life to "suit" baby but it's implied that you're a bad parent when you don't make him the center of all the universe. He's the center of mine, but he isn't going to find the rest of the world revolving around him. And so we simply incorporated him into our routines and life and after a bit of adjustment we kinda hit a groove and it's been remarkably easy. He is not a stranger to the world around him and I like that.
writing is plodding along, some days 500 words, some days 1000. I'm shaking off some kind of mean low grade sort of stomach bug right now and it's finally going away.
This week back at the bench, errands to run, things to mail, go get refitted for bras because mine are all too big now, and probably get some major headway on the writing. Next weekend..not sure. weekend after, is Creativ, and Shelly and Tam want to meet the Bug.
( oddly lots of people comment on how "strong" of a name we gave Stirling and how classical yet unusual it is. I dunno. I find it strange when people give a kid a "cute" name that they'll have to live with as an adult. I love his name, and it does suit him, I think. It wasn't a special name other than we really liked it. We didn't have much naming angst with him. I think it's a good name, it'll serve him well.)
