With all the holiday and craziness from the Christmas Bug, our little man’s 10 month milestone flew right on by. It’s hard to believe that I’ve already started planning his first birthday. I sound like a broken record, but our little babe is growing up so incredibly fast it sometimes takes my breath away. I just keep trying to stay as “present” as possible and soak up as much time with him as I can, knowing that the day will come when he pushes my smothering kisses away.
Until then, he’s all mine
At 10 months, Sawyer…
Can pull himself up and is starting to walk the furniture (Lord help us all)
Waves
Knows the following words (even if he can’t yet say them): outside, car, christmas tree, light, window, pumpkin, mommy, daddy, book, truck, toys, school bus
Babbles all the time
Sticks out his tongue and “clicks” on cue
Is eating lots of solid finger food
Can throw (thanks, Uncle Justin )
Combated his first bug (poor guy actually got it on his 10 month bday!)
Can say “bye-bye”
New loves: Cottage cheese, cheese of any kind, remotes, standing up, his “colors” book, Christmas trees, snow, being silly, his musical keys
New hates: Not being able to reach a toy he wants, sitting still for a diaper change, peas
I’m currently on my way to Dallas (yay American Arlines wifi!) for an overnight work trip- although I’ll be resting my head in Indy tonight – and flying back to CLE tomorrow night.
Before I was a Mommy, these trips were nothing. Pack a bag and leave the Mister, knowing he’d spend his evenings gaming it up and ordering pizza. When you are leaving a little Bean, however, things become a bit more complicated. Like making sure all the bottles are prepared and you have enough of his “preferred” foods on standby. And setting aside his favorite jammies, praying to the Gods that he sleeps well for his daddy.
And finally, preparing your nemesis — THE PUMP — to pack up and take the title of “carry on #1.” But you do all of this early the night before, so that when you wake up at 4:00 a.m. for your 6:40 flight, you minimize the “shuffling about” and the risk of waking the Bean.
And when he wakes up at 4:10 anyway, you try not to blame yourself.
Instead, you wake the slumbering Mister. Quickly collate your items and leave the house with wet hair, as you both pile the Bean into the car, where he falls asleep in 5 minutes, to drive Mommy to the airport.
You then kiss them both goodbye and try not to look back to realize what you are leaving behind.
I know it sounds dramatic, I know, I’m only gone for a day! But you mothers out there will understand. The feeling can’t be put into words. From the moment you leave them, you just don’t feel right – emptier, unbalanced. A tingling in your chest quickly shows its ugly face, so desperately trying to fill the little hole in your heart that remains until you are reunited with your little gremlins again, and all is right on the world.
Although I hear a good night’s sleep in a hotel to yourself helps, too
So here’s to an uninterrupted, warm bath and (at least) 7 consistent hours of sleep. That alone might just make this worth it.
