Thursday, 31 May 2012

What a difference a year makes

It's been milestone city around here for the past week or so. The bag at the end of the crib that I've been stuffing with Jack's too-small clothes is just  almost at capacity and yesterday he stood (assisted) on his own two flat little feet, rather than on tiptoe. He's been rolling like a... something that rolls a lot... and two days ago he pulled himself forward in what I can only imagine is a first foray into the crawling arts (more indication that I am probably going to need a leash for this kid once he starts walking). He got his first cold this week (which he was kind enough to share with me) and the other day, while doing errands in Brixton, I hoovered up his stuffed nose with my own face so the little man could eat properly, without batting an eye. Yep. Everyone is getting quite grown-up. Even me. And much to my delight, I now have a shiny little ring as further proof. Alex and I have decided to get married and if a giant smile and a left hand slimed in happy drool is any indication, Jack approves. When I think of where I was at this time last year (rather sweetly, Alex proposed one year from the day we found out about Bug), no one could be more surprised than me that life has landed us here. But no one could be happier, either. 

1 comment:

  1. Sigh -- so love the realism and the feeling, Kiddo: you've a distinctive voice, all right.