I title this blog finally fall because it has been such a blessing to have some cooler weather in the great state of Texas. Mostly, I am loving this weather because of my recent re-entry into the running world; otherwise, I would care less that it's 120 degrees outside. I know this blog really isn't about me per se, but it has felt great to get back into running and burning calories post nursing cheating. Ha! Man those 600 free calories were nice, I am having to work too hard to keep these burning. Its all good though. It takes a team to try to train for a race and work and have a baby. Thankfully, my mother is a good team player and keeps our angel to let me get some running in.
Side note: I am trying to simultaneously upload photos to Facebook to no avail and I feel my bp rising. end of side note.
We officially have a "walking baby" in our household. This week has been a major milestone in the walking. Labor day weekend we got our first few teeny attempts at steps, and it has been non-stop since then. Sometimes I look down and see Connor walking towards me and I am taken aback by how time flies and how big he is getting. Oh and do I have a fun post for you on time to follow. This post could get long so stay with me peeps.
My funny story for this blog includes a story of Connor walking. A week ago today, I was picking up around the house and C was following me everywhere until he got distracted and was playing in his room. I went out of his room to continue my quick clean, and I sat on the couch to fold some clothes. I could hear C crawling on the carpet, so I knew he was coming towards me. In a matter of about 30 seconds I look up toward the hallway and see C walking down the hall holding onto nothing. Startled, I thought to myself, is that MY SON WALKING down the hall toward me? It was a surreal moment in deed. Ever since, he has just been a walking machine, and it is awesome and fun to watch. Guess its' a good thing I am trying to run again so I can keep up with this little man. I am leaving it all up to C to keep mommy's metabolism in high gear. :-)
Now for my post about time. Friday night, i was rocking C after his nighttime bottle, and as I was rocking him I was thinking. Me, holding baby, rocking, and I think... a lot. Well, the thought of time came up in my mind. And as you can tell from my previous posts I often make reference to how fast time is flying by. It is truly mind boggling at this point in my life. So I am rocking and thinking, what would Webster's say about time? Is it anywhere close to the emotion we feel as time passes and we suddenly realize how fast it actually goes by? My next thought about time after thinking about webster's dictionary was how that day at lunch I was heating up my leftover spaghetti and I was watching the seconds countdown on the timer. I thought, well it's nice that it only takes a matter of seconds to reheat food, but what happens to those :30 seconds? I am just standing here watching the time disappear, and it is forever gone. Those little :30 seconds affected me for some reason. Because in the grand scheme, once a moment is gone, it is gone forever. We can hope that our memories will hold strong, but I am scared that they won't. There are so many things about this season of life that I don't want to forget, yet time is going by so fast I don't know how to hold onto so many things. Is this getting too deep? I think it, and I am not sure I want to face the emotion that goes along with that deep thought. Anyways, time is precious and I just want to enjoy every single second that I am on this earth and getting to enjoy this precious gift from God. I am not sure what we did to deserve this little man, but he is the coolest addition to our lives. It doesn't get any better for sure.
(as I told my hubs about this "time" thought process I had while rocking Connor, he looks at me and grins. I said, you know me and my thinking time!" again, he just grins at me)
Haircut! I am questioning myself somewhat as I did not cry when C got his haircut yesterday. it was his first cut, and he looks precious and toddler-esque. I was so proud of him, he sat there and watched Dora on the little t.v, and he let the lady cut his hair without a major breakdown. I am giggling right now because I keep picturing his adorable face as she squirted itty bitty amounts of water to get his hair wet; he would scrunch his shoulders and squint like he was being drenched. The lady that cut his hair was so gentle and sweet to him, and he was so good. I was so excited that his bangs would be out of his face, and I was so happy to see him acting so well behaved that I just didn't cry. I know that I wasn't supposed to cry or feel sad, but I fully realized that he was a big boy and this was a milestone. I just keep looking at his little haircut and it's so cute on him and he looks like it feels better than having his hair tangling his eye lashes. :-)
Pics to follow. I say that often though don't I?..
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