From the day my son was born I found myself, wondering what his first words will be. Beforehand, I understood that he wouldn’t come out of the womb talking in complete sentences. But I honestly had no idea what to expect from him from a speaking perspective. In the early days, he was pretty much silent, except for when he needed something. Of course he would let us know if he was hungry, tired, or needed a diaper change, but it was only crying. Slowly he began to be awake more hours of the day than he was sleeping, which was really exciting. Eventually he started to make the cooing sound that the doctors ask you about. The first time I heard this I stopped breathing for a second. It was the most insignificant noise, but the most meaningful at the same time. From that day on, I thought he was on the verge of talking. Every day I would ask, “can you say Mommy? Daddy? Baseball?” He would just smile, and coo and make other new squeaks and mmmm sounds. I swear he says Mom and Momma all the time, but he isn’t saying it because he knows what it means. My mom thinks he’s saying Oma, obviously. As much as I think it would be neat if his first word was baseball, I can’t wait to hear what he has to say.
(Mac and Daddy at the Twins game)
Recently he’s been starting to add B, D and P sounds to his ahhh noises, so we are getting lots of baba, dada, and papa to go along with momma. Secretly I think he knows what Dada means because he’s been saying it all morning!
It’s hard to believe, but Macallister is 9 months old. That’s right; he’s officially been on the outside longer than he was on the inside. It’s amazing to reflect on how many incredible experiences we’ve shared so far. It feels like it was just a couple weeks ago that we were bringing him home for the first time. I remember those first few nights getting up every 10 minutes and walking over to him to make sure he was still breathing. I couldn’t believe they let us newbie parents leave the hospital with him! The days and nights since have all seemed to go by in some sort of really fast blur and here we are 9 months later. It’s been fun to watch him learn and develop his own personality. Every milestone has been exciting and I’ve found myself consistently saying “this is my favorite age” for every age so far. From the time his first smiles, to when he started being awake more than he slept, to his first rollover, and all of his interactions with the dog, it’s been so much fun. Now he is crawling all around the house and pulling himself up and standing, and making all the noises he possibly can, and smiling so big and proud of himself which each new thing he learns. But what really gets me is the way he reacts when he sees mommy and daddy. Both in the morning when he wakes up, or when I arrive to take him home from daycare, he gets a huge smile, kicks his feet and waives his arms and makes a loud, excited “ahhhhhhhh.” My heart literally melts every single time! I cannot get over how this little miracle of a boy makes me feel every single day. It really, truly is amazing how you don’t realize how you could possibly love someone so much, until you have a child. He’s the inspiration for everything now. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you little man, and I look forward to every minute that I get to spend with you!
Side note: He was actually 9 months old on Monday, but who really has time to write a blog post with a 9 month old!