It is amazing to me how much Ethan has grown. Is that little person the same blob I brought home from the hospital? All I know is that looking back on first few months, it all seems worth it. The sleepless nights. The crying (his AND mine). The constant feeling of fear and confusion. "Am I doing this right?" "Is he still breathing?!?" These things seem like a different lifetime. Did you know that he actually talks to me now. Not in real words,but in his own language. He has "words" and sounds for me (mama), Nathan (dadadada), Marley (keekeeekeekee), and my favorite is the sound he makes when he is curious about something or trying to figure something out (huh. . .huh. . . huh). He is walking (sometimes) better. He is just so smart I can't stand it. He can figure out how to maneuver a toy unstuck. He can call Marley. And,oh, the devilish smile he gives me when he knows he is doing something wrong. I tell him "no,no!" and he looks at me and grins ear to ear with those precious little baby teeth. He will hold that smile until I can't help but smile back. He knows how to get his way. He knows he has mama wrapped around that cute perfect little finger of his. He has developed a million different looks. Every one of them as cute as the last. He gives me kisses. And lays his head down in my lap for me to rub his head. He sleeps through the night and wakes up in the best mood. Ready to "wow" the world some more with is awesomeness.
Obviously I am biased,but I think I have the best little boy in the world! And pity to anyone who tells me different!
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