dispatches from quilt city: 04/01/2010

Friday, April 23, 2010

Day 340

This episode is entitled Griffin Learns Business Law.

Also see the shape of his mouth? He just learned to say o's and u's and he is WAY into it. His face is pretty much stuck there for most of the day.

Day 338

Griffin has recently decided having his diaper or clothes changed is TORTURE. As in, screaming devastated how-could-you-do-this-to-me!?! torture.

Who the hell knows why?

I usually just give him a pacifier and try to get it over with as fast as possible. However, Papa Ron has a pretty strong aversion to Griffin crying. I'd say he feels about the same way about Griffin crying as Griffin feels about getting his clothes changed.

So, I came the in his room the other night and Ron had found this unique solution to Griffin's new aversion to the changing table. Ron was (slowly) changing his clothes while Griffin rocked in the rocker.

The things we do for babies. :)

Day 337

Monday, April 19, 2010

Day 335

Friday Griffin turned 11 months old. It was the last big milestone before he turns one and I felt pretty emotional all day.

I remember so vividly the first few days of his life. Every second felt so precious because I knew in a blink of an eye I'd be sitting where I am now - staring his first birthday in the face.

I compare it to those first few clicks of a roller coaster - as you slowly creep up the first big hill. The anticipation is so intense because you know the speed and thrills that await you. You know they are coming and there's nothing you can do to stop it. You also know how quickly it will all be over.

During those first days, I knew the speed and thrills that awaited me. I knew how fast I'd be holding a little boy in my arms instead of a tiny baby. I wanted it all to stop so badly so that I could just savor the tiny being I'd just created. At the same time, I wanted to see him grow and develop, smile at me, interact, make those first sounds.

I still feel that same tension - between wanting him to stay the same while at the same time wanting him to grow and change. I guess that's the real heartbreak of motherhood. You create this perfect little creature you want to hold onto forever knowing in the end - if you did your job right - you'll have to let them go.