No housework post today.
Because today it was spring outdoors and Noah and I went for a long walk (I took this picture at the start of it, in the kitchen. Yes that is my yuppie stroller.) and ended up sitting in the Guild park on a blanket together watching some dogs play and enjoying the sun and the view of the lake at the edge of the park.
Yes, he sits now, more or less on his own (he still is liable to crash if he gets distracted or tired). He laughs at jokes. He watches things fall and has a sense that they don’t disappear and frowns until you put them back. He eats cereal, bananas, apples, and sweet potato. He is working hard on creeping or crawling, although it frustrates him to no end because he still has no clue how to actually move forward. Or backwards, for that matter. He uses me as a jungle gym. And he loves to take my glasses off. It amazes him every time, these double eyes of mine.
Today I put him in his playpen for the first time, down at the bottom of that cavernous web like device, and he could sit without anything hard to crash into with me not sitting right there. I’d read you should do that before they crawl so they learn to like it before it’s really the cage it is. He did like it; it’s under a window and he watched the sky. I walked away for a few minutes and heard a thud, and rushed back in to find all three cats in the playpen with him. I flipped out, because he could easily have grabbed one of them hard and then there would be three upset cats in a small space – with claws and teeth. I guess we need a net cover for the playpen. That was scary, and it was part of him being alone.
My big baby boy.
I didn’t make a 7 months post; I may make a 7.5 one but this month-birthday went by relatively unnoticed. On the 23rd I turned to Carl and said “oh my god! We missed Noah’s month-birthday!” And after a pause we both realized we’ve relaxed a little: we enjoy and love him every day, but we’re not living quite so much in the Enjoy This Because Any Minute It Will End space.
And that is a good thing. Even if it means less cake.
So today was spring, and I didn’t write much in my blog, only worked on Mags’s story a bit, sat in the park under the sun with my kid and smelled the grass.
It was an extraordinary ordinary day.
