A daily photo-blog of my life as an American transplanted in the UK.
Saturday, 11 September 2010
Year 2 Day 346: Slow Down...You're Moving Way Too Fast!
People really aren't joking, and I cannot emphasize enough how quickly this time goes. I find myself purposefully pausing and taking the moments in as much as I can because I don't want to miss a second or forget how it all felt.
Ryan was in his Jumperoo this afternoon and after a while I noticed he wasn't jumping, but instead just staring back at me with a puzzled look. I soon realised it was because I was the one staring at him first. I was just sat there staring at him with a goofy grin plastered across my face and it wasn't until I felt tears welling up in my eyes that I noticed him noticing me noticing him.
Then he smiled back at me as if to say, "It's okay, Mommy. I know. It's because I'm growing up."
He is such a smart little cookie -- or would that be a cookie still in England, or a biscuit?
Hmm...Matt says still a cookie.
Okay then, moving on...
He really is SO bright, and I'm sure every parent feels that way about their kids. I just love his innocence -- right down to the innocent way he tips all of Mommy's things off the end table, having no clue that it's about to make a big mess.
I still love him.
Even so innocent that he will bash his head with a plastic toy he is shaking. Stop for a minute. Look at said toy that just inflicted pain...and go right back to shaking it over his head again.
I also love the way he is so curious now about everything around him. Matt and I jokingly say he's nosy...but it's like every day his curiosity grows and he just wants to get right into and involved in everything! His latest obsession has grown from tapping two objects together, to tapping one of those objects against another surface to hear the sound it makes; like his sensory bottle (with curly pasta inside) against a cardboard box, his toothbrush handle against the wicker chair in the bathroom, or even one of his stacking cups against Mommy's face (which doesn't make any real sound, by the way -- outside of Mommy occasionally saying "Ow...ow...ow...ow...").
It's as if from his birth we have been watching a new feature film that has started out with a slow plot and has only just started to pick up with some really good action. He's learning so much, SO fast and he's honestly SO much fun!
Don't get me wrong...there's niggly bits I could do without. The night waking due to painful teething. The wiggling and flailing about when I'm trying desperately to change a dirty nappy. The general crankiness when it seems that even Magic Mommy or Daddy cuddles are just not enough -- and those just break your heart. But it is all just so worth it!
This little person is the absolute BEST thing I have ever done, without a doubt -- and I don't think I'm the only one in this house that feels that way.
After two and a half years in a long-distance relationship, I packed my life of 29 years into 21 boxes and moved to England to marry and be with my husband, Matt. Now I'm reveling in the youth of my 30s in Great Britain, supply-teaching in primary schools near Birmingham and enjoying newlywed life, being a mommy, and all the surprises they bring!