Easton has been a lovely baby since the beginning. His birth was beautiful, peaceful, and amazing. He slept well as a baby, nursed well, didn’t seem too fussy. As an infant, he was mellow and usually content (unless I left the picture and then he tended to freak out a bit). I was always telling people how “easy” he was.
Where did that baby go?
Easton these days is still undeniably cute and charming, but, boy, has he changed! In discovering his own wants and coming up with his own plans and devising his own little schemes, he has turned into an often demanding and always curious child. He wiggles all over the place when it’s time to change his diaper. If I don’t have his food to him in .02 seconds he demands faster service. He touches when I say not to, climbs when he knows he shouldn’t, and crawls under the pews during church no matter how many times I pull him back and tell him not to (all the while trying to maintain an air of reverent patience).
I know, I know, he’s just growing up and becoming independent. And, usually, I kind of watch him and laugh. Because it is funny. All of these grown-up emotions coming out of a pint-sized little boy–it’s hilarious sometimes! And he’s my third child, so I try not to stress out too much.
And then there are the times that I just sigh.
At least he’s still cute.
