transitions and a full heart

we moved up to Atlanta a couple weeks ago.  we had been living in Florida with my in-laws for a time, and after saving up some money, it seemed like things really all fell into place for us to make the move.  and it's gone surprisingly well... surprising because i'm not a fan of moving and am a creature of habit and i hate packing and transitions and living out of bags and boxes.  add a 9 month old to the mix, and there is a great potential for me to be stressed out.  but again, it's all gone surprisingly well.  mo has really been delightful, and has had some bumpy times (shorter naps, more crying and lots of clingy-ness), but he's generally taken things like a champ.  he doesn't love his carseat anymore, and our 6.5 hours of driving has stretched to about 10.5 hours back and forth, but what can we expect from a new crawler who wants to get out and see the world?  

along that train of thought, i have to say, all the crawling has really thinned our little chunker out.  i was squeezing his little calves just the other day, and they weren't as hard as they used to be (the fat used to stretch his skin to the max and made them feel hard).  and suddenly there aren't as many fat folds all around his thighs.  and he's looking more and more like a toddler and not an infant, especially as he's been stepping up to 12 and 18 month clothing.  and people keep mentioning his first birthday being around the corner.  and i don't want my baby to grow up.  wah.

another way to say it, to copy my friend's statement, is that my heart is full.  moses is such a gift and so enjoyable and so sweet and when he squeals and crawls with great abandon into our legs, it is so amazing.  his sloppy kisses are just the best things and when he pats my arm and smiles, i just want to eat him whole.  even seeing him chew food makes me want to sing.  i love that kid!  my heart is so full!  

i guess that's why people have more babies.  well, that, and the sheer misery of pregnancy and newborn days is a distant memory that is becoming increasingly romanticized day-by-day.  and no, we're not pregnant.

love,

helen  :O)