High Chair, Higher Hopes
A year ago I would have never thought that this would have made me feel like the greatest success in the world:
The fact that I can properly put together a high chair, place my kid inside, and send him into a fit of laughter:
is right up there with…hmm…ok, wait, I know there is something else I’ve done that is really cool. Something that I’ve accomplished worth writing about…
I’ll get back to you on that. Or not.
So, my baby is now eating rice cereal, which happens to be the most exciting thing ever:
If we can make him this happy just by sticking a spoon in his mouth, the possibilities seem endless. And suddenly my hopes for him, not just as my child, but as a human being, are met with more confidence and assurance than I’ve ever felt toward or about anything and anyone.
I think my heart might actually explode the day he begins to walk! Oh, god, how am I ever going to make it to Kindergarten?
