I've been thinking a lot about these last 8 months since Max was born. Max has never slept in his own crib and has spent as much time with his grandparents and brothers- and sisters-in-law as he has spent with his own dad. But he's social and adapts well to change and can eat and sleep whenever and wherever I need him to... which makes him near perfect, if you ask me.
Max is such a happy and pleasant kid. He even tries to make me laugh. Tonight as we were winding down, he was on his back next to me on the bed, holding my hand with an iron grip and pulling my finger into his mouth so that he could bite down as hard as he could. I would laugh through the pain (yes, the pain that two tiny, sharp teeth can inflict), and Max would light up and giggle. Repeat. We did this for a few minutes before I finally got him to rest his head on my arm and close his eyes. He loves kisses, so I kissed his cheek, trailing up around his eye to his forehead and back down again. And like his dad, he loves when I delicately swirl my fingers around his face as he drifts off to sleep. I have my tricks, and I often wonder if they will work on our next baby.
I'll be heading out to Utah in a week or so. I'm excited to go through boxes of my things and organize them into a place we can call home. It's going to feel like Christmas. I'm so excited that I daydream about it while Max plays with toys and blows spit bubbles. But mostly, even more than setting up a home again, I'm excited to be together as a family who is no longer in transition.
A shout out to Nate for working so hard to make all of our wildest dreams come true.
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