From this…
To this…
But not without a whole lot of this…
And not nearly enough of this…
It has been, without question, the most incredible ten months and nine days of my twenty six years, nine months and five days of life.
Ethan is a perpetual motion child.
He crawls everywhere. Once gets where he is going, he pulls himself up on anything and everything within arms reach. And about a week ago he even started to let go once he was standing up, so we knew the day would soon come…
On Sunday, we watched him take his first steps!
(video evidence will hopefully soon follow)
I’m finding that the longer I’m a dad, the lower my tolerance of others becomes.
For example, today a good friend walked up to me at work complaining of getting up at 3:30a to go shovel snow. I quickly pointed out that I was up at 1:30a… and I didn’t get paid. And I wasn’t shoveling snow… if you know what I mean.
Actually, I didn’t say anything about getting paid or about shoveling. I just mumbled something under my breath about 1:30am and walked away shaking my head.
It makes me wonder if all parents feel this way. Some non-parent complains about their lack of sleep and the already-a-parent looks at them and thinks to themselves…
“Someday you’ll grow up and realize the meaning of lack of sleep, young man. And on that day I will laugh at you.”
It makes me wonder how many already-a-parent’s are watching me drag myself through the day and are laughing to themselves at my expense.
[NOTE: this post will only be interesting to me and my immediate family]
Ethan makes funny faces, especially when you blow air on his face when he’s cold and wet from a bath.