Funny monkey

A few days ago I got a phone call from a good friend.  It took only minutes before her little boy started crying and it was nearly impossible for us to talk.  I started laughing, as she said, "I'll have to call you back you later."  I knew exactly what was going on, because it happens to me every time I try to make a phone call when Keegan is around.   If I don't give him the phone, he starts flipping out and makes it impossible to talk;  like a little monkey, he begins climbing up on me while all-the-while crying at the top of his lungs.  I don't know why I think maybe this time it will work, because all I have to do is make that quick appointment--not worth it!  My little funny monkey!

How you make me smile

Moments have come and gone since Keegan was born.  So many details forgotten.  And it doesn't seem to matter. Yet as I sit here thinking of my little guy, it's some of those small details that make me smile: the way he crinkles up his face just before he's about ready to whine;  the way he dances by clicking his tongue, stomping his feet, and holding out one arm as he rotates his wrist; the way, when on a mission, he holds his arm up high and points his finger just slightly inward and charges full force ahead; the way he blows a big kiss when saying good-bye or good-night; the way he says "ready, set, go" with such enthusiasm before going down the slide or propelling forward on his little push-car; the way he makes his body into an inverted "V" when standing up (and sometimes pausing to look at me upside down through his spread legs); the way he so sweetly says "peas" to get whatever he wants (with a needed reminder every now and then);  the way he licks all the creamcheese off the cracker before eating it;  the way he lays his head on my shoulder and hums to Twinkle,Twinkle, Little Star just before bed time.  Oh my little Keegan boy, how you make me smile!

Wasn't it just yesterday

My gosh, I can't believe my little man is already 13 months old.  Wasn't it just yesterday... that I dressed him in far too many layers and held him in my arms as we headed out of Mission Hospital and towards our cozy home? ... that, at 3 months, I was crying my eyes out because I had to leave my little peanut behind as I returned to work?  ... that I nearly had a breakdown in the middle of the night because my buggaboo had to be rocked just so in order to fall back to sleep, and it just wan't to his liking this night?  ... that, during his very first summer, he loved to go swimming (even after Daddy would dunk him underwater)?  ...that, at 11 months, I put earplugs in my ears and let my pookabear cry himself back to sleep, and now he sleeps 11 hours most nights!? ...that he'd wrap his little arms around his mama and nestle his face in my neck.  Oh my little Scooby Doo, how I love you so!

Here I sit

Here I sit...on my couch, in my home, hot chocolate on the coffee table, computer on my lap. In the past I would be sitting in a coffee shop, in Davis or Harvard Square, tea on the table--English Breakfast or Darjeeling--journal open, pen in hand.  I haven't written in a journal in a long time, more than a year, since before my little guy was born.  Recently I was inspired by a friend "to pick up the pen again".  Thus begins my literary journey as a first-time mama...