I really didn't know what I was going to write about, when Kat asked me to guest blog. See, I'm more of a jack of all trades (wife, mom, pharmacist, etc), but master/expert of none. Matt and I have been married 3 1/2 years, I've been a pharmacist for 1 1/2 years, and Levi is 6 months old. So I am still in the "new" stages of all my "trades."
All weekend long I have been thinking and brain-storming about what I could possible put here, and then yesterday, Levi gave me all the ammunition I need. He began to crawl (cue horror music). He turns 6 months old on March 6, so we really haven't been thinking much about baby-proofing or, you know, vacuuming more than once a week, or anything like that. I mean, yes, he's been getting up on all fours and rocking back and forth, but that's just for us to look at and coo over, right?
No. Apparently not. Now all of a sudden things I put out of his reach aren't out of his reach anymore. And when I lay him down, I have to *gasp* stay in the same room as him all the time!
But I'm not going to lie, Matt and I are thrilled. As much as I miss him being so small and tiny (and still) as a newborn, I have loved every stage he's gone through. And it is so exciting to see him learn and do new things! Now, when we lay him down in his bed at night, he can crane his head real high and you see his eyes peak over the railing and he watches us walk out. On one hand, it's so sad/heart-wrenching as he watches us leave him, and on the other, it's so neat that he is aware of us now.