I know I’m supposed to ‘enjoy every moment’ with my son and ‘treasure it all’ because it ‘all goes by so fast’ but can I confess that I’m a little bit eager for Drew to get to an older stage? There are so many fun places we could go to around here, so many fun activities we could do together. I want to take him into Manhattan on the train. I want to take him to the aquarium. I want to take him to a simple playground, for chrissake. But it’s too soon.
Drew is nearly five months and yes, this past month has been one of incredible leaps in his development. It’s blowing my mind how fast he has morphed from a sleeping, shitting blob to something that more closely resembles a human. There are things he LIKES. Granted, they are nothing more than funny voices, silly faces, and tickling motions, but all of a sudden I know what to do to make him smile, or even laugh. It’s great. But I’m greedy. And like anything else that’s good, rather than revel in the goodness, I find myself wanting more. More, more, more.
I’ve been looking up various activities to do with Drew. I’m open to anything. Music, sports, outdoors, indoors, I really don’t care what it is. I just want to Do Things with him. But I haven’t really found much that you can do with a baby under six months old. It’s like you’re in a holding pattern from birth to six months. Just make it through parents, then we’ll talk.
I know six, eight, ten months, even a year isn’t far off. And before I know it we’ll be so busy that I’ll be longing for the days when I could just pop Drew in the stroller and go out to lunch somewhere without having to tell him to sit still, be quiet, hands off the table. But right now? I’m a little bored. A little lonely. I want a little more out of my sidekick.
Tags: motherhood
