I wrote a post like this months ago, back when Hank was just a peanut. Since that post, so much about my little munchkin has changed. I can't explain in words how complete my life feels with Hank in it.
...it means knowing that textured foods are a work in progress. Some things, like noodles and avocado, make him gag the moment they cross his lips and some things, like whole wheat pancakes, mango and crackers are perfectly acceptable. First they must be carefully inspected and then immediately shoved in his mouth.
...it means that when I notice him scratch behind his left ear that he is one of two things; frustrated or sleepy. Either of those two things though require a snuggle.
...it means that despite the flack that I get from certain family members about teaching Henry sign language, it works for us. He already understands a handful of signs and can do "milk" and "dog" all by himself.
...it means being able to distinguish the difference between the hungry cry, the bored cry and the tired cry from another room.
...it means buying carts full of clothes for him instead of myself, and not being sad about it.
...it means having to let go of anxiety when leaving him with someone other than myself or DJ.
...it means that if I want to hear him belly laugh, all I need to do is take him outside to watch the dogs (Bowie especially) run in circles.
...it means that I have to stop trying to make the size 2 shoes fit. He's in a size 3 and that's all there is to it.
...it means knowing that he likes to sleep with a blanket no matter the temperature. Which leads me to the reason for buying the angel care monitor so that I don't have to sleep with one eye open looking at the video monitor.
...it means that he cries out for me when he sees me leave the room.
Just like the last post about being Henry's mommy, I could write endlessly. It's funny how you just know your child. Their noises, their expressions, their likes and dislikes. It's great being a mom.