Noah started in the toddler room this week. We all planned for a gradual transition, but Noah had other thoughts. From day one, he just jumped in and assimilated. He ate with the big kids, slept on cots and mats, and only took ONE nap.
We have been pleasantly surprised with just how well he’s doing. Even though he’s been walking for over a month now, I really think this week was the right time. Without the distraction and hype of the holidays, he’s been able to focus on this one major life event.
And honestly, it gave us time to adjust to the idea that our baby isn’t so much of a baby anymore.
We have all been in awe of his little personality coming out. He’s SO curious, and smart to boot. He doesn’t take things at face value; he needs to lift, move, shake and rattle things. He remembers exactly where he left his toys, and can sniff a TV remote out after being rooms away. He’s babbling, and running, and developing into a little boy.
I. HAVE. A. LITTLE. BOY.
Wow. It’s weird to say. A year ago, I was just going on bed rest (and not appreciating it). I dreamed of who the little person inside me would be—what he’d be like, how he’d smell or sound... And now, I’m blessed to wake up with him, live my day for him, and go to sleep knowing I did the best I could by him.
We are putting together his birthday party as we speak. I’ve designed the invitations and address labels, ordered some of the party supplies, and even found favors for his little friends. We’ve picked out a few of his presents already (one of which I purchased two days after Christmas... Thank you, clearance!), and now I’m just counting down the days to celebrate.
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