Under Foot and In My Arms

No matter where I am in the house these days, he finds me. He’s my little super sleuth baby. I suppose it’s not that hard…small house…and if I’m not in the main living area, I’m either in the kitchen or bathroom. But still…sometimes you just want to unload the dishwasher without worrying about little baby fingers getting pinched, or use the bathroom by yourself, or put groceries away without stepping on anybody. I often think to myself… ‘Yes! I need to use the washroom; I will have 3 whole minutes to myself’. But not anymore. Baby boy finds me. And quickly at that. He’s still army crawling; pulling his compact little body along the floor with his small, but strong, arms…and he can sure pick up speed. My 3 minute wish is more like 30 seconds these days.

He’s become a wee bit attached to his mama the past few months. Yep, I’ve got myself a mama’s boy. Unless you’re Grandma, when I try to pass him into someone else’s arms he does this super strong grip nevergoingtoletgoever thing to my left arm and shoulder. I carry him quite a bit. He’s almost carved out a little nook on my left side/hip…a cozy little space just for Declan. And he quite likes it there.

We found out when I was about 20 weeks pregnant that I was having a boy. I was in the city shopping and my midwife called me. A boy! Wow. (And I promptly went to pick out a ‘World’s Best Little Brother’ outfit). I had a small feeling it was a boy, but it wasn’t super strong (I had a strong ‘girl feeling’ when I was pregnant with Makenna). And honestly, when I was pregnant with her, I really wanted a girl. Our family has a lot of girls…we definitely outnumber the boys. It’s what I know…baby girls. It’s what I pictured. And now we were adding a boy into the mix…what the heck was I going to do with a little boy?!

My goodness, what I didn’t know. The joys baby boys bring into a family. And now I have the most amazing little man. Knowing life doesn’t always turn out how you ‘pictured’ it…maybe that’s not such a bad thing (reminds me of Garth Brooks’ Unanswered Prayers). I could not be any happier having this little mama’s boy in my life.


Or maybe he just really loves climbing up on the bathroom stool.

Admit…you’re so jealous of that awesome 70’s linoleum floor!
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About Tammy

I am a single mother to 2 wonderful children, ages 1 and 5. My youngest was surprisingly born with a rare genetic condition, achondroplasia, which is a type of dwarfism. This blog is a glimpse into my crazy life as I wade through figuring out dwarfism and divorce while enjoying every second of my deficient domestic bliss.
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