Forgive me, my emotions are going crazy today. So this may not be the most cohesive post you’ve ever read.
First of all, my baby is transitioning to a toddler. He didn’t make a slow transition, more like a quick “OMG, I’m a year old, I’M A TODDLER” leap. Today is the second day in a row that he’s put himself to sleep for his nap. Yesterday I went in just as he was falling asleep and the floor creaking woke him up, but today he put himself all the way to sleep all by himself. Any mother should be thrilled, right? I should be dancing for joy that he put himself to sleep with no fuss, no problems, just went from playing in his crib to passed out in five minutes. But instead I’m sitting here considering taking him out and rocking him just because I want to. I LOVE rocking babies. This is not limited to Mitchell. Rocking babies is just about the best thing in the entire world. When I worked in the daycare, I used to love rocking babies, especially at the end of the day when I usually only had one little girl left and she and I would just rock until her dad came to pick her up. But Mitchell seems to think he’s beyond rocking.
He had a fever Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday of last week. It wasn’t anything spectacular, just a cold, but it was enough to make him a very angry baby. Friday night I almost took him to the ER because he screamed anytime he moved. I thought for sure he had an ear infection. Saturday he was grumpy when we met Grandma for her birthday, but then cheered up when he got to run around and play with the rockers. He was just not the happiest baby Sunday through Tuesday, and I was freaking out a bit, thinking my super cheery baby decided that the toddler stage was the grumpy stage, but luckily yesterday he snapped out of it and he’s happy again.
He may be happy, but I’m a basket of emotions. My parents divorced when I was really little, so it’s really no big deal (you can’t miss what you never had, right?). The result was that I had two childhood homes. My dad has lived in the same house since I was born. It’s definitely home. My mom moved to the house she and my step-dad built when I was six. So almost all of my childhood memories are wrapped up in these two places. Well, my mom’s house was sold and will be finalized at the end of the month. This has been MUCH more difficult for me than I ever believed it would be. I just can’t explain it. I’m a very sentimental person and tend to hoard anything that has a memory attached to it, so losing my childhood home is like losing my childhood. To make matters worse, nobody is living there right now, so when I went home to see it, it looked abandoned.
So, if you don’t want to see pictures that probably don’t mean anything to you, skip to the end. Adorable pictures of a
baby toddler will be awaiting you.
You still with me? Goodness gracious, why? Well, as your reward, cute baby: