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When Jacob was somewhere around two months old, I remember a couple of people saying to me, “Isn’t it fun to have a baby?” I smiled, nodded, and gazed dotingly at my little boy. But really, I was thinking, “No, this isn’t ‘fun.’ It’s not as tough as I thought it would be, but ‘fun’ would not be my choice of words.”
Everything with Jacob was new to me. I didn’t realize that it takes a month or two for a baby to smile, and another couple of weeks to laugh. I didn’t realize how seemingly long it would take for him to simply look at me. So while I know I’ve loved him since I knew he existed, even as a little Peanut in my belly, I didn’t start to have “fun” with him right away, at least not constant fun.
In the past few weeks, though, all of that has changed. Jacob is still the most relaxed human being I have ever had the pleasure to meet, and he’s just about the happiest, too. The other day he giggled just because we were walking down stairs. (We live in an elevator building and I subsequently realized how rarely I climb stairs; I fear for my quads.) He’s so giggly, so curious, so playful, that now I am having a whole lot of fun with him.
The warmer weather has only added to our good times. We live near two great parks—one with a “Tot Lot” and one with baby-friendly swings. The pictures will tell the rest of the story, but suffice it to say that over the past week or so, we have been having a blast.
Happy baby, happy mommy, happy Spring!