A Wet Season

It is the first night of the last month of Noah's first year of life. In other words, he is 11 months old.

As he sleeps, I take time to think about what he has accomplished in such a small amount of time. I think about his excitement towards everything - absolutely everything he experiences is exciting and new to him. He has an enchantment that only comes from being young and naive. For example, he tried his first bite of vegemite today and the look on his face was priceless.

While I often daydream about how tiny he was, there are moments that I stop and think 'gee, he's just another member of our family now. He's got he's own little personality, he knows what he wants and he's actually great company'. He's my little mate.

So with this in mind, I picked up my mate from childcare yesterday afternoon and we went to the pool for a swim. It was great to have something to do with him AND to have the time spare to prioritise for him. Our swim lasted for precisely 15mins before a sudden 'wet season' storm hit without any warning. So we spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the rain, then we walked home holding hands (very slowly). When a clap of thunder hit, he stopped and turned to find it. When it stopped he grunted, took my hand again and started walking again - cute... he may as well have shrugged and said 'she'll be right mate'.

As well as this, before bed we often have time to play. He's taken to 'controlling' the games in his own way. We'll start playing something and then he'll change it or twist it somehow. This week, he's been obsessed with sitting in his cart instead of stacking his blocks.

Finally, as another little update... seeing that we're in month 11. It's time to start weaning completely. So Noah is having a little more cow's milk to replace another breastfeed. Hopefully by the end of next week, he'll only need one breast milk bottle at childcare. Wish me luck!