Time

It's an amazing thing. It can heal wounds (physical and emotional), things can grow up and shrivel down and even both given enough of it, it take seem to drag on and go to fast, even when the length of a second, minute, hour and day never change.

If you know me and the way my mind works, you know that I am fully capable of thinking of specific situations in my life where I see all of these things happening, interestingly enough, at the same time (sorry couldn't resist).

I'm seeing wounds that are healing (my scar from the c-sect!!) others that are still being laid to friends hearts that in time heal.

...nap time is NEVER long enough...I'll finish this later

An hour and a half later....

There are the best of times, the worst of times. I think both in the same moment describe best watching an infant grow. Every little new thing that Joseph does, and especially those big things (like rolling over or eating cereal for the first time) are so exciting to us. I can't count the number of times Jon and I have said in the past 2-3 weeks, "C'mon...roll over" while making our hands show the motion from Joseph towards ourselves. And when he FINALLY did it!! OH THE JOY! It was SO cool! Yet, that means he's growing up. Next it will be crawling. Something that means baby proofing the house. Caving into to making sure the apartment is clean EVERY moment of EVERY day. I hope that he's not crawling in June, though every time I say that to someone I get this look that says "Yeah, you just keep on thinking that..." I don't want to deal with an 8 and 1/2 month old who wants to crawl down the aisle of an airplane. At the same time, I do know reality. I just don't want to admit it most times. We gave Joseph "cereal" for the first time last Saturday. Now, I'm not talking Cheerios here. We're talking powder rice "cereal" that you mix with milk and it was basically liquid for the first time. We have film up the galore of it. (Anyone know what a "galore" is by the way?) Very exciting. He LOVED it, he knew exactly what to do. But...it's the first step in him not being totally dependent on me. I don't mean that in a selfish way, despite the way it sounds. It's just such an incredible feeling knowing that this little person grew inside of you for so long and truly needs you to survive every day. Having been physically connected at one point makes a Mom never want to let go. As I write that I can't help but laugh at the memory of myself as a teenager rolling my eyes at my not wanting to let me go.

I can't believe this time last year I was almost through my 1st trimester. Now, there are some days that it seems like FOREVER until Jon gets home. (Please note: it's 4:54pm here. Jon said he'd be home at 5pm.) Every minute past 5pm can seem like an eternity if I've had a rough day with Joseph.

My last thought on time. I apologize for letting so much of it go by since my last post.