A month ago my little Millipede turned 1!
A whole year, I can't believe it. Life has changed alot in that year. And then changed back again, and then changed once more, and on it went. As each day I filled with more and more adoration. Remember at first when I loved his little arms that could not reach beyond the top of his head? Now I love his perfectly formed micro-calves. I love that he pokes his little pointer finger into any little gap it fits, mostly at the moment they live in his earholes. And I love that he loves music, laughing, his dad, reclining on things for a little rest, and practicing swimming on the kitchen floor.
We've just discovered (after a couple of scary moments) he is anaphylactic to peanuts, and my heart lurches with worry about how to keep him safe. (Did you know peanuts/peanut oil can sometimes lurk in vegetable oil, nutmeg and shampoo??!!! Just to name a few!)
But mostly this year I have learnt new things about myself. I have learnt that I will do just about anything to hear him laugh. I have learnt that I absorb and cling onto bits of advice that I hope will help me be a better mum. Here are some from various sources:
- Let the love that's in your heart beam on your face each time they enter the room (not the critical "what the hell have you rubbed through your hair now?" face).
- Always ask what's wrong when he's crying or whinging, never just assume.
- Include him.
... There are more, but for now I am besotted.
