I was wrong. VERY wrong.
The thing is, every day seems to last for an eternity. There is so much that has to go into a day, that when my alarm goes off at 5:30, it seems like there is NO WAY that I will make it back in the bed. Ever. The day will go on and on. And on. Similar to Groundhog day, you know the movie from the 90's where the day never ended it just started over again and again? Yeah, that's how it feels when I swing my legs over the side of the bed when the sun isn't even up yet.
Someone once told me that "the days are long, but the years are short." with a child.
I thought that was a very strange thing to say and seemed quite contradictory. However, I now understand the saying.
Some days with my squishy sugar are SO LONG, sometimes I feel guilty for being so excited when Mr. comes in the door and I all but throw the squish at him.
The past three months with my Sugar have flown by. Some days have been long, some have been short, some have been full of giggles, and others full of tears and frustration. Regardless, I feel blessed to have experienced parenthood for half of a year, 182.5 days, 4,380 hours, 262,800 minutes of being a mom. Yeah, I still have no idea what I'm doing. Yeah, I still take it one (long) day at a time. The important thing is, I have kept him alive, fed, clean, and happy for a whole 6 months. WOOHOO! Go me!
When December comes around and I am looking back on the year with my Sugar I will probably look at this post and think, "Sheesh, I knew nothing. What an amateur."
Here is a look at the Squish form the past three months.
Sugar is 6 months old. He weighs 21 pounds and is wearing size 12-18 month clothes. He is massive, I know.
He loves sitting up all by himself, putting EVERYTHING in his mouth, giving kisses, jumping in his johnny jumper, Sophie the Giraffe, and rubbing his lovey over his face to go to sleep. He gets really excited when his daddy comes home from work. They are best friends. It's outrageously cute. He also talks ALL DAY LONG. Mostly just da da da da all day, much to my dismay, but never the less, he is a chatter box just like mama!
