A dream come true…
I’ve never been a baby person, and whenever I would talk with friends about having kids I always used to say that I wish they came out at three years old. That’s when they can talk, and color, and play, and until I had my snuggly little guy, I just never saw the appeal of them any younger.
I have since become a convert to babies, especially little baby necks that just beg for nuzzles, but I am in absolute heaven right now – still trailing the last of babyhood, accepting all my smothering kisses, and yet starting to communicate with the world, starting to play. This is really a spectacular age.
Atticus is just as music obsessed as ever, and the other day when a particularly bouncy song came on I just couldn’t help myself. We spun and bopped and danced around the living room together, Atti laughing like a madman the whole time.
This motherhood stuff. It’s pretty great.