Last night was the very first time I got to sit down and really think about the enormous impact Nolan has had on my life (you know, the super sappy mommy moment). For the first 2 months I didn’t feel anything close to this amount of love I have for him today. He may only be 10 weeks old but as I sat there holding him in my arms while he slumbered away for over an hour (with his very heavy head resting on my left arm) the rest of my life with him flashed before my very eyes. He’s walking, talking up a storm, in school, learning math, going to college, getting married…I was so happy but yet also so sad because I wish I had him earlier. I held off on having children focusing on career and enjoying a ton of ME time, but after having him my paradigm has completed shifted. I now believe that everyday that we wait to have child(dren) is one less day that we get to spend with them. And believe me, each day is so precious. If I had him 1, 3 or even 5 years ago that’s an extra 1, 3 or 5 years I would have gotten to spend with him before I die. So does that mean I want more kids now? Maybe not this very moment but I think it has changed mine and Rob’s perspective on things. =)
Look at that face! He can do no wrong with that innocence.
Nolan recently developed a bad habit: chomping on his hands. Not sure where that came from. All we know is that one morning we found that he had broken out of his swaddle and was chomping on both hands. Maybe from the long stretch of sleep at night that got him real hungry?
Today was also his first time at the beach. Here’s a selfie I took of us together that I posted on Instagram. He’s sitting in a Tula baby carrier against my chest as we spent time with Aunt Julie, cousin Lorelai and cousin Charlotte.