The Simple Things (III)

With Winter just around the corner, we are trying to make the best out of the last few days we get to spend with the baby outside. On Saturday we had a party -- and we had a blast! Baby enjoyed his first moonbounce (is that what this is called?) ever and didn't seem to care much about it, but didn't complain, either. He just sorta hanged in there until we got him out. But I surely wasn't gonna miss the chance to snap a few pictures!

Javi had his fun, too. There was a mechanical bull for the grown ups and he obviously gave it a try! He didn't last long, but he enjoyed it. I was quite impressed to see how Geno smiled at his dad riding the thing, until Javi fell off: Then he looked at it with fear! It is possible that he understood the whole idea and thought the bull was actually trying to hurt his father? Nah, I don't think so, but it was so strange how he completely changed his attitude! Anyway, here he is.

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The Simple Things (II)

Babies love catching a glimpse of themselves, or so I understand. Geno has a big mirror in his bedroom, and he is quite a Narcissist! Yesterday he managed to stand up just to get a good view of  his whole body, and his dad and I took three hundred pictures while we witnessed it. He is his own best friend, for now. Cheers to that.

Time flies

And before you know, your tiny little baby is eight months old. And he's crawling. Getting away from you. Chasing your cat. Reaching for his favorite toys from inside his toy chest. Not needing you as much as he used to. And you are amazed, and a bit relieved, and you get to do stuff while he plays on his own. But then he sees you, and gives you that smile that melts the world. And you surrender, and want to keep this moment in a jar on your nightstand for like ever. But the moment passes, he finds something else to play with, and you feel grateful for at least having the memory. And a few photographs to share:

I love you so much, baby Geno. Please let me catch my breath while you keep growing up.

Great things happen as kids get older

We've gotten to that point where Geno will drink his milk bottle in his crib while I'm doing something else in the kitchen, and when 5 minutes later I go back to check on him, this is what I see.

Bliss. A napping baby means some time for mom to do whatever. And it also means that I get to stare and marvel at the most beautiful, peaceful boy I've ever met. I love him so much. My only regret about him sleeping in his crib is that I don't get to cuddle right there with him!