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last night when i picked john up from daycare, he waved goodbye to his teacher. we haven't been working on waving ... but she said "bye, john," and there's no doubt about his response. and he's also almost crawling.

i sound like your typical bragging mom, probably. but i'm not so much bragging as i am dumbfounded. how did this little critter, who live inside me for nine months, go from a couple little cells to this communicating, locomoting (is that a word?) little man? i am dumbfounded that every day he is bigger and stronger, that every day he is more capable and grown.

i am also dumbfounded that the angry face he made last night as i strapped him into his carseat was the *spitting image* of his daddy's angry face. like father like son!

i hope that i never lose this sense of astonishment at the development of my child. whatever his gifts and weaknesses are, however busy i may be, whatever percentage of time i must spend away from him for work and life, i hope that i can always sit back, observe, and be amazed that this kid exists ... let alone that he thrives and succeeds and changes.

remind me of this in a couple months when i'm yelling because i can't catch him in the mornings to get him dressed for school ... because the other thing he does REALLY well is kick ... and that looks an awful lot like little legs running away from mommy :)
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