![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
So it's been a year.
Strangest year of my life (that I remember. I imagine the first year was pretty weird for me, too.) I have a little dude. He walks and doesn't really talk but makes awesome pterodactyl sounds. He likes monkeys and bananas and things that go inside other things. He thinks I am the best (along with Daddy), but he likes everyone else too and wants them all to be his friend. He will cement this bond by offering them all grubby handfuls of whatever he's currently eating.
I can't believe it's been a year. It still feels a little weird, being someone's mother. I think some of it is because he can't actually call me "mommy" yet. It's not like I've changed that much, have I? Other than now being the center of one small (but no longer tiny) person's world?
Strangest year of my life (that I remember. I imagine the first year was pretty weird for me, too.) I have a little dude. He walks and doesn't really talk but makes awesome pterodactyl sounds. He likes monkeys and bananas and things that go inside other things. He thinks I am the best (along with Daddy), but he likes everyone else too and wants them all to be his friend. He will cement this bond by offering them all grubby handfuls of whatever he's currently eating.
I can't believe it's been a year. It still feels a little weird, being someone's mother. I think some of it is because he can't actually call me "mommy" yet. It's not like I've changed that much, have I? Other than now being the center of one small (but no longer tiny) person's world?
