And we’re back.
It’s been a long time since I posted on the blog. Part of the reason I stopped was more of a necessity rather than a thoughtful choice. I was exhausted, we were exhausted.
The magic of child birth and the few weeks and month after gave way to just making it through the night and learning how to function on 4 or less hours of sleep. Sure, there were create moments, the first crawl at about 6 months, the stand at about nine, the pushing of furniture at 12 month, first walk at 16.
Okay, lots of things happened. I guess I should restart this blog thing. Not just because things happened, because, and let’s be honest, it’s not that much different from the experience of other parents or children and not because my mother keeps asking me. My guess is that if I don’t, because the nights are thankfully not as long as Jaxon now sleeps though the night (finds wood, knocks on it) but because the week, months and now years are going by so very fast.
Now, Jaxon is nearly 2 years old. He is his own person, he has a personality, he uses words, he has good and bad days. The most amazing aspect of this is that it happened right under our Lara’s and Randall’s parental noses (which he literally points out to us). He is now a big boy.
With being a big boy now, it means that we have a brand new set of challenges: potty training, potty mouth (thanks to errant curses from his potty mouth parents) and an occasional potty attitude when he exerts his independence. This now means I have an entirely new set of observations to note, thoughts to convey about the onset of what I will refer to in subsequent posts as geriatric parenting.
So I can’t promise to post regularly as unlike before, I had the eons of wee hours during the long nights to wax poetic, but I will try to jot down a thought or two periodically. Hopefully, it will entertain and enlighten, but probably not, and that’s just fine.