A Transition

i've realized that we're in quite a transition. there is much anticipation of your baby turning one, so much to look forward to around 11 months. people are getting excited, asking about parties and what last year was like at this time. then, there's the hype of the party and friends and family and lots of celebrating. but two weeks after mr. t turned one, i feel like it's not that exciting to people that he's almost 13 months. it just doesn't have the same ring as A YEAR OLD! and to many, he's considered a toddler now. a toddler? really? sigh...

but i can't express my joy of watching him discover the world. watching the wobbly little feet desperately try to figure out this walking thing. the unknown of what the day will bring. the all-boy that mr. t is. like smashing his face into mine if i dare to lay down on the ground to play. or rolling the cars on the floor or trying to learn to throw a ball. wow, he's brilliant. and i have the pleasure and privilege to watch him grow and learn. i love it! i've loved each stage and the newness that each brings. and i don't, for the most part, mind his little independent spirit. of course, he has his moments...some friends who read this know what i'm talking about; but don't we all? :)

and we're in the transition of looking for a bigger place to live for pure necessity of getting out of a one-bedroom apartment. it's been fun, but it's time! :) and my husband is looking forward to a bit of a quieter life outside of the big city where there's grass and taxes are cheaper.

it's transition time. it's hard sometimes. but good for growth. and a good reminder to keep things in perspective and not get swept away in the craziness in this thing called "life".