Being a parent is really strange if you think too hard about it. I mean, think of your best friend, like your best friend ever and then imagine holding that friend in your arms, looking down at his/her face lovingly as he/she sleeps and then hearing him/her rip ass and shit their pants right on your lap….would you continue looking lovingly down at them? Probably not.
Now imagine your best friend throwing up in just the right position that it immediately drips down your cleavage. And they do this each and every day. Would you continue to oooo and ahh at your bestie after the first couple of times that happened? Again probably not.
As parents we get poop, pee, boogers, slobber, throw up, food, mud, you name it. But we still look at our kids like they are the most amazing and wonderful beings on the planet….well most of the time.
Drew is just over a month old. He is trying to figure out what his arms are for and to coordinate a smile. He obviously had his ability to cry coordinated just fine.
He loves to be snuggled closely in the shower and while he sleeps. He has become quite the chunky monkey and I’ve been told by several strangers now what a BIGGG baby he is….um thanks?
He still retains his “pirate eye”. I choose to believe he likes to open his right eye first to check things out. If they seem worthwhile he will then open his left eye to take in the whole scene. If it’s not interesting enough he will just go back to sleep.
As a result of Drew, Jack has really developed his imagination. He plays so well by himself and we can here him in his room talking about space missions and monster truck races and building castles, etc.
It is amazing and wonderful to watch. I still find myself looking at my kids…MY kids..and thinking how strange it all is. How strange that they exist at all, let alone belong to me. How strange that they are growing and learning and that I have a little part in that. What an amazing gift. My little pooping, peeing, vomiting, messy gifts.