One year ago today I started to have labor pains. It was my due date and I was excited that we’d have an punctual baby. Somehow I managed to sleep myself out of labor, or Ferris decided the moment wasn’t really right, or it was Monday and these things just don’t happen on Mondays. Two days later we went to the hospital, they poked at me a bit, and four hours from our check-in Ferris was born.
To celebrate what was his due date, Ferris decided today is the day he will walk. As in, he’ll walk without holding on to anything, and he’ll do it lots. I believe he’s also thinking of adding another tooth to his existing collection.
This year has been strange. I gave up my day job and launched my career as a freelance awesome maker. (Graphic design, photography, video editing, whatever needs some awesome.) We had the mostest easiest baby in the entire world, and a little boy who had no idea what to do with himself now that he wasn’t in daycare anymore.
Ryan and I adjusted to life with dueling calendars. We figured out how to keep the gardens under control and even grow a few things to eat. We manage to keep the house reasonably clean (which is harder now that we’re in it all the time) and the laundry gets done before it reaches critical levels. Zane learned how to play with legos by himself, started preschool, and spent a bit more time plugged into iPad then he probabily should have.
Through all of this, Ferris has been absolutely even keel. He doesn’t seem to mind anything. I can drop him with strangers at the Y for an hour or so, I can drag him all over town, I’ve even taken him to a business meeting. Doesn’t faze him a bit. Screw with his naps, he’s sleepy but happy. Push a meal forward or backward, no problem, he’s still smiley and sweet. Zane was an easy baby, but Ferris... Ferris is easy.
He’s also really pretty.
Folks stop me in the grocery store to stare at him. Not kidding, and it’s kinda creepy, but in a flattering way. He smiles and giggles and flashes “Magnum” and they swoon.
He’s into things other than charming strangers, like blackberries, his big brother Zane, and music. The kid will burble back stretches of melody with alarming accuracy. He doesn’t climb like his brother did (THANK GOODNESS) but I think he’s going to be just as intellectually crafty at finding the loopholes in Mommy & Daddy’s rules.
It’s good, I’m glad we’ve got smart kids. Even if it means we’ve got to invent better child locks.
Happy Soon-to-Be Birthday, Goblin. We love you!
To celebrate what was his due date, Ferris decided today is the day he will walk. As in, he’ll walk without holding on to anything, and he’ll do it lots. I believe he’s also thinking of adding another tooth to his existing collection.
This year has been strange. I gave up my day job and launched my career as a freelance awesome maker. (Graphic design, photography, video editing, whatever needs some awesome.) We had the mostest easiest baby in the entire world, and a little boy who had no idea what to do with himself now that he wasn’t in daycare anymore.
Ryan and I adjusted to life with dueling calendars. We figured out how to keep the gardens under control and even grow a few things to eat. We manage to keep the house reasonably clean (which is harder now that we’re in it all the time) and the laundry gets done before it reaches critical levels. Zane learned how to play with legos by himself, started preschool, and spent a bit more time plugged into iPad then he probabily should have.
Through all of this, Ferris has been absolutely even keel. He doesn’t seem to mind anything. I can drop him with strangers at the Y for an hour or so, I can drag him all over town, I’ve even taken him to a business meeting. Doesn’t faze him a bit. Screw with his naps, he’s sleepy but happy. Push a meal forward or backward, no problem, he’s still smiley and sweet. Zane was an easy baby, but Ferris... Ferris is easy.
He’s also really pretty.
Folks stop me in the grocery store to stare at him. Not kidding, and it’s kinda creepy, but in a flattering way. He smiles and giggles and flashes “Magnum” and they swoon.
He’s into things other than charming strangers, like blackberries, his big brother Zane, and music. The kid will burble back stretches of melody with alarming accuracy. He doesn’t climb like his brother did (THANK GOODNESS) but I think he’s going to be just as intellectually crafty at finding the loopholes in Mommy & Daddy’s rules.
It’s good, I’m glad we’ve got smart kids. Even if it means we’ve got to invent better child locks.
Happy Soon-to-Be Birthday, Goblin. We love you!