Before Liam was born, I had the best of intentions to document his early years but life seems to have other plans for us! And sometimes I find that sad because honestly, so much is changing in his world, on a daily basis and it's so hard to remember it all because things change so quickly.
Right now Liam loves playing phone and can say eyo (which we think is Hello). He says this on a regular basis and it probably was his first word (though sometimes it's admittedly hard to tell). He points to everything and says it. He also says ight (light) and a myriad of other hard to decode words. Whichever way you look at it, he's communicating more and more with us. From the unclear words, to his head shake and arm waves saying no/all done.
He loves climbing the couch and his rocking sheep. I am getting greyer with each passing day (literally though unfortunately I probably can't blame it all on Liam).
He stacks blocks and builds towers with them. He runs and is mastering his hop/jump. At this point he has actually made it too a tiny little hop, which is a source of great amusement to him (and us too).
He's learning to throw a ball and push cars. He walks on his tip toes all the time and is crazy strong for his age. He loves climbing into our laps to read books. He loves books right now.
He understands words and will run the stairs when we say it's time for bed or to the books when we tell him to get a book. He can eat with his fork and spoon, and when he wants to, not get any of it in his hair. He throws his head back and cackles and gives big open mouth cheek kisses.
He loves his blankie and curls up on pillows when he's tired (but don't even think about sharing one with him, he'll push you off).
I could go on and on.
I think honestly, it's amazing to watch all the little things he learns on a regular basis. It's actually kind of awe inspiring. Last year this time, we were working on rolling over and tummy time. And now... it's insane what he can do, from walking (not crawling) up stairs to moving all the cans out of the cupboard and stacking them on the floor for us (he's very helpful in the kitchen).
At the end of the day, I realize that all of his little joys and discoveries probably aren't as exciting to others, but for me they might just be the best part of parenthood. I think that this might be part of the reason that I don't write about it much because I just think that my excitement over him just isn't the same or interesting to others. I mean, I might find him adorable sleeping, but not so much for others. But then again, that picture of him sleeping represents more than just sleep to me: it represents a shift in our day to day life because he's sleeping better, thus I am sleeping better.
Truth be told though, it's hard to keep track of all these little moments, milestones and transitions, no matter how noble my intentions are, because it just feels like there's less time for it or when there is time, I'm too tired to think of it.
Here's to hoping that in 2015 I'll be better about writing down these little moments more.