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Christian's in bed and Eric and I have time to catch up on our work.

On such a rare occasion, with so much time to myself, I've been heckling Eric with "What what chicken butt?" every time he tries to talk to me. Such a treat (!) - to get away with being annoying!

i don't recall Christian being upset when this picture was taken. this just goes to show two things: (a) i'm constantly losing brain cells and my memory is permanently impaired at an exponential rate since the birth and (b) babies are inherently unpredictable - he might have decided to make a crying face just when the picture was taken.

our little baby is growing so much that everything seems so fleeting! this was taken just a month ago and we've already packed away that little onesie of his since he had outgrown it.

his little brain is slowly maturing, you can see it in his face. he flirts and coos when he wakes up, he recognizes our faces, he looks for us and reaches out his little arms for us and puffs and pants like a little puppy dog when he wants us to hold him (and when it's mealtime). he squeals in delight at the mobile hanging above his changing table and talks incessantly.

that recognizing babyhood is fleeting changes my perspective. i'm just about the most impatient person on earth (ask my mom). but knowing that the late nights, the feedings, the diapering, the frustration that comes with not understanding his cues and cries are all just a figment of his lifespan gives me a whole motherlode of PATIENCE(!) that oozes from my every pore. i wish i could freeze every moment now. i wish time would go a little slower now so i can take in and process all that is happening.