I type this late at night, during the day, during nap time.
I type this with a purpose, without a purpose, intending to post but not quite getting the words write so it only is a draft.
I type this so I can share, so I don't have to share, so I can reflect, so I don't know why I type this but I do type and it is messy and not very good but I imagine somewhere I type this and it gets read or it doesn't but still I type this.
Random thoughts don't really make sense.
LM has started rolling.
Rolling back and forth from his back to his front and back to the back (but only the way he came). It is a silly half roll but it gets him where he wants to go often enough. It also has me super paranoid about leaving him unattended for a microsecond.
LM has also discovered new ways to talk. He mumbles like he is blowing bubbles but without the bubbles. He also does this fake cough and hyperventilating then scream thing that he thinks is hilarious, especially during mass (thus why we went straight to the cry room).
LM is just making me realize how fast it is going by. He doesn't even fit into 3 month stuff or even 6 month old stuff. I want him to stay a baby but yet I love all the progress he makes. I love the way he looks at me or the Hubs and I can just see the love and adoration. It is a drug and I love it but I know soon enough it will be "I hate you" and "You can't make me". I want to ask my mom how she copes with how it went by so fast. I want to know exactly how it feels for her babies to have babies. At the same time I don't want to know. I just want to absorb every moment and cherish it but I know my weak human memory won't ever do it justice.


