A week ago he took 4 tepid steps before crashing. The next day he took 8. The next day he walked half way across the room. And now he's on 2 feet more than he crawls.
Knowing that Noah is 99.99% likely to be my last baby, watching him reach this milestone (to borrow another mommy blogger's expression) just hurts so good.
The night he started walking half way across the room, I dreamed of my once 2 week old burrito of love all fuzzy-headed and sweet-scented. And I wanted THAT guy back again. Which is completely insane because during the actual experience, I remember I was pretty miserable and wishing there was a button I could press to magically turn him into a 2 year old.
But parenting, as they say, is the ultimate disparity between the "experiencing self" and the "retrospective self." Things look diametrically different depending on where you stand in relation to the event. And looking back is always only chock-full of the mushy gushy good stuff.
But Noah could care less about my mush gushy nostalgia. He is just trying to race ahead, even faster than Judah grew up it seems. Maybe that's what it means to have an older sibling--you just want to copy everything the bigger person does.
Noah doesn't smile or laugh a lot, but his biggest, brightest grins are always reserved for those occasions in which he knows he is copying his brother.
|Noah only wants to drink from straws, like Judah.|
He loves coloring, like Judah, and then whipping up his paper to show his handiwork, like Judah. He loves sitting in Judah's chairs and booster seats.
|Coloring while sitting in Judah's favorite chair--the epitome of big-boy-dom for Noah!|
And he absolutely loves wearing Judah's clothes. He is forever opening up Judah's drawers and pulling out a 3T shirt that he then tries to put over his head.
|Noah is thrilled to be wearing Judah's everyday go-to jacket.|
|Noah raids Judah's closet like a fashionista looking for couture.|
Let's hope I get a grip on things before then.