Mathias Michael is eight months old today. It's ridiculous. Time needs to stop.
There's just something about my husband that breaks cars. His car has been parked on the street in front of our house since May--unable to stay running for more than a mere thirty seconds at a time. As long as I've known him (nearing six years now), something is always going wrong with that car.
And now that we're a one car family, it only makes sense that my car (which is fairly new, being a 2008 model) would suddenly decide to have all these problems. It's been slow to start for a few weeks now, and this morning, it wouldn't start at all. Matt had to have a friend give him a jump in the parking lot at his work.
So, what is it about my husband that deters cars from running correctly?
I'm guessing it has something to do with that electric shock I get every time we kiss ;)
This kid is getting so incredibly FUN! And he is officially CRAWLING! Although the crawling thing will probably come to a standstill again for a couple more weeks; he just crawled over Matt this morning in an attempt to catch a glimpse of his arm tattoo. However, right now, he's rolling all over the floor and tugging on my arms in an attempt to get to the computer.
Seriously, you want to keep a baby entertained for an indefinite amount of time? Let them play with a computer. Or a baby toy mimicking a computer, rather.
He went to his first wedding this past Saturday (not counting our own). It was a very good success of a night; there were LOTS of other babies there, and I daresay Mathias was the most well-behaved. And well-received. Oh, the compliments this little boy got. "Oh, he's so handsome!" We make some good looking babies so far, I must say.
And as a plus, Matt got that Saturday off from work, which is the first day we've been together the whole day in MONTHS. It's rough, but I have so much respect for him. Working 12 hour graveyard shifts three nights a week and doing 15 credit hours (that's five classes) at the university. I feel overwhelmed sometimes, and I'm only taking two classes! Two classes with minimal homework, not counting the reading. Two incredibly fascinating classes, albeit. And on Tuesdays I come home to Matt, who hasn't slept yet since the four hours or so the day before, gleefully playing with Mathias / feeding him / rocking him to sleep.
Sometimes I have the audacity to ask him to do some trivial chore after, as well. And he does it. Then I feel like a dick. A jerk, I mean.
I need to brush up on my child-friendly language now that Mathias is learning so quickly.
Here's another huge thing: HE KNOWS WHAT HIS HANDS ARE! Matt and I will hold out our hands to him, say, "Give me your hands!" To which Mathias will ponder for a moment, then place his little baby hands in ours, then we usually pull him into a sitting/standing position. Which he loves.
Now that his third tooth has finally arrived, he generally loves everything. It's the Return of the Happy Baby, and we are taking full advantage of it. This little boy is giggling at the dogs' wagging tails, gleefully yanking on my hair when I hold him, and screaming with excitement when he shakes his favorite rattle (which is actually a container of mints). Not to mention how happy he gets to feed himself those melt-in-your-mouth puffs (which are delicious, by the way).
What am I going to do when our baby boy starts walking and talking and running? And playing sports, which are accompanied by sports injuries? Can't I just keep him at this stage and snuggle him forever??
Every day, my son looks less like a baby and more like a toddler. It's so incredible. I don't even know how to describe it--those who haven't seen their own children (or nieces or nephews or baby siblings) grow just wouldn't understand. It all goes by SO FAST.
I am so incredibly thankful to Matt that he works to support us, so I can stay home and raise this little boy. Even the thought of not spending all of my days with him (minus those six hours a week that I'm in class) is upsetting. Sometimes, it baffles me that parents can put their children in daycare after that initial maternity/paternity leave. It must be so hard at first, so heartbreaking.
So, what's going on over here? Let's see...
Mathias has finally gotten that third tooth in.
HE IS MOBILE! Not crawling, but rolling and scooting and pushing around his walker.
I'm finally no longer a teenager. Seriously, I've been 19 this whole time? Whaaaat?
Onto another topic: When are my husband and I going to have more children?
Now, I understand this question is asked with good intentions and a healthy curiosity. I would love to give you all a definite answer, but that it between me and my husband. When we choose to try for another baby, it's not exactly going to be advertised all over Facebook and all that good stuff. There are many uncertainties about baby-making. What if it takes much longer than expected? If we have difficulties? If there are losses? It's not something we would want everyone to know, to talk about, to ask us about. And also keep in mind that Mathias is still just a baby. I want to soak in every baby-moment with him, appreciate them before they're gone. So, when Matt and I decide to have another child, most probably won't know until that child already exists--until I'm past that first 12 week period of uncertainty. The information of when we decide to start trying and when we're successful won't be withheld out of spite or with bad intent; it'll be to protect our family and our privacy, should anything... unexpected occur.
