I was reading someone's blog who is a newly-minted mom. And this feeling took over.
That chummy baby scent,
That comforting heat from the head,
That instinctual hand grip around my little finger,
That curious gaze and heart-melting eye blinks,
That little harmless cub with a head that's just the size of my palm,
Those tiny feet and toes wrapped in those tiny mittens and booties,
That lovely bodysuit that I have decided to keep as a memento,
That cutest cry I have ever heard,
That finest soft hair,
That translucent nose and skin,
That kite-like 'soft spot' pulsating on the top of your head which made you so vulnerable,
Those precious moments when you rooted to latch on me and your cheeks pumped and pumped in milk from my body all-day coupled with that warm and fuzzy let-down sensation,
That silly facial expression and hilarious sleeping position that snaps me into the picture/video-taking mode in hopes of capturing all those moments,
That all-day cradling, rocking, and snuggling,
That mini-me who is completely defenseless and yet dictates when I eat and sleep,
That wrapped up bundle of love that has totally changed my life the instant he left my womb,
For better or worse, it doesn't matter,
As long as he is.
Thankfully, twenty teeth later (my son's), both of us are still intact!
We've come so far, son. And this is just the beginning of our wonderful journey. My naughty, silly rascal, mommy loves you so dearly. Baby, I miss your infant days so much that I'm envious of other new moms already. Makes me want to treasure our everydays even more, as they come, go, and be gone.
And so, a quick recall made me realised that I'd been missing from this world for months. Yes, yes. It's that horrible experience of potty training. It's so scary that I wouldn't go through it again at any cost. Once is enough. Even told one of my friend to seriously consider outsourcing potty training. Unless, of course, if she has many helping hands.
Now that this messy job is over (it took me us 5 months), I can finally pop up and take a deeeep breather... for many more exciting events ahead. Below are pics of him at the Singapore Botanic Gardens, looking worn out after all the bouncing about. You do get tired my child, don't you?
P.S. to child: BTW, your pre-nursery teacher didn't described you as very hyperactive in your report card for nothing. Report card for Jovie aged 2+, filed.
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| Boy and Swan |
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| Son: Heh heh... my idea of heaven |
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| Mommeee, I'm scared of grass... I can't move |