Well, Its that time again...the time where we make promises to ourselves and try to uphold them. For me, that usually means a list of nearly impossible "resolutions". I say impossible because none of them ever last much past the first two weeks into January. The list almost always includes, going to the gym regularly, quit smoking, learn to play golf, and some other goal I aspire to reach. I guess it would be safe to say that I always let myself down. I try and try, and then I give up, thinking that its not hurting anyone but myself. Its justifed, as long as no one else affected by my poor decisions. Except that this year, I REALLY want to quit smoking. I have promised my eight month old little boy that I would quit for him. I WILL quit for him. Cigarettes will literally be the death of me, if I don't. I want to be able to play kickball, go to the park, take long walks, watch him graduate...the list goes on and on. However, the last thing that crosses my mind when i dream about the fun things we will do together, is the the thought of me carrying around an oxygen tank because mummy decided cigaretts are more important than my baby. I really have tried to quit a hundred time. But, never have I had this much to live for...So, as I promise myself (and son) to quit smoking this year, I only hope that I have the will power and dicipline to really see it through. Wish me luck and send my poor unsuspecting husband a valium...cause he's gonna need it by day two.
My son is now nearly eight months old. We are celebrating his very first Christmas tomorrow and couldn't be more excited. Well...I guess we could be more excited, but it would end in a tremendous explosion. We have already given him most of his toys because we are excited, more so than him. But that is not why I am writing this blog. (hence the title)
You can probably figure out, by the title of this blog, that I am going to tell you that Levi is now up and moving. He has really begun crawling in the past two weeks. Its crazy. He went from my sweet, rocking-back-and-forth-on-his-hands-and-knees, little boy to my moving-about-the-house-causing-chaos, little monster. But, even though his new found freedom is more work for us, its one of the most exciting milestones we have reached, thus far. To boot, as of yesterday, he pulled himself to standing, in his crib when he was done napping. I have experienced hapiness before, but to walk in and see my little boy, standing on his very own, is almost overwhelming. Tears immedietly flow. Its so exciting for us both. The look of accomplishment on his face is priceless. I am, however, sad, that all of this seems to be passing by so quickly. Sometimes, I wish i could just push the "slow motion" button and absorb it all in.
Now, If I could just get him to change his own diaper....maybe one day. :)