For the first six months, I really didn’t see much of a difference.  It still felt like I only had two children.  And this warm fuzzy little clingy immobile thing that slept a lot.

But somewhere around Christmas (yeah, about when I stopped posting regularly) he became a Children.  He crawls.  Pulls himself up.  Cruises along furniture.  Eats the other children’s toys.  Causes trouble.  Needs constant supervision.  Eats paper.  Chews on cords.  Unplugs my laptop so he can attempt to electrocute himself with the cord.  Attacks the laptop when it’s left on the coffee table (a.k.a. my desk).  Doesn’t know the meaning of the word, “No.”

And, to top it all off, he’s cutting four top teeth (already has the bottom two) at the same time.

So he’s a little needy.

And he’s eating real food. So there’s the preparation, feeding, and cleaning up of THAT.

And diaper changes now take a lot out of me as he screams, twists, and kicks his way through them.

To be sure, I am enjoying him.  Dishes and laundry and dinner don’t all get done with they should.

But I’m enjoying him.

I may hand him to his Daddy as soon as he steps into the door.

But I’m enjoying him.

I’m thinking of all kinds of posts to write.  I haven’t forgotten you.  I have several half-finished ones in my drafts folder.  But it’s hard when your flow gets interrupted every three minutes.

I’ll try harder.  I’ll be less perfectionistic about whether my posts have good points or spelling.  And I’ll try to care less how meticulously I edit my pictures before posting.  So that I can just post something.  Anything. I need to remember these times, after all!

Well, that’s the sound of Levi getting into the dishwasher, so off I go again!