Suddenly, My Big Little Man

In the past week, Noey feels like he has grown up a whole lot.

He now clearly understands quite a bit more of what we say and it just boggles the mind how he's morphed from the wee, uncomprehending, not-quite-inanimate little being to his current rather aware and interactive self. He now waves bye bye, growls when we say "lion" and plays fetch with his ball. He also can stand independently without support. (He giggles sometimes as he stands, possibly from the sense of wobbliness, and it's incredibly cute.) He walks well with the aid of his walker and turns to me with a commanding "EH!" when he's stuck.

And this morning, he said Papa. (Ok, more like "Pa-pa-pa-boo") Awww, Daddy's boy, this one.

It's times like these that make me glad that I only work part-time, and am home more often than not to catch these little developments of his. I won't deny that some there are days when the day at home with Noey can feel interminable. Especially when he's having a day when he REFUSES to allow me to play with him and just keeps throwing tantrums. He can be pretty bad tempered (again, from me, unfortunately) and would kick his legs in frustration when we take stuff away from him or block him from heading where he wants to go. It would be funny if bad behaviour was cute, but it isn't.

There are also the moments, like when I see the facebook status updates of my single or DINK (dual-income, no kids) friends and they've off on some exotic holiday which seems to be the trend these days -- puerto rico, greenland, places in scandinavia, destinations in south america -- and I think of what I could be doing, and of my "past life", pre-baby. Of the shopping I used to do and the new places I used to love eating at. Of the movies I used to watch in the cinema. And of the FREE TIME I used to have.

Life today is very different. I'll be honest and say that I do miss my past life sometimes. I miss being able to do what I want, when I want to. I miss sleeping in in the weekends. There are a whole host of things I miss. But without Noey, I would miss the tickles and giggles. And looking and cuddling him as he sleeps in my arms. I'd miss his smiles and little antics. And the silly moments we share tumbling on the bed and all over each other. (My poor hair probably would not mind foregoing the yanking though!)



My Big Little Man -- how quickly he grows! It's irreversible, having a child. But I wouldn't return him for the world. Not ever.