His dad just came in to tell me he stood up on the porch just now. I've been thinking a lot lately about how, just a few months ago, he was still mastering the crawl and rolling over, and now...he's a cruising, climbing, rumble-tumble, stair-navigating, balancing acrobat! I mean, sure, he still falls and takes a bump to the head at least once a day, but that hasn't stopped him from trying! I've seen him stand myself, for about 5-6 seconds, while fully engrossed in the leaf he'd picked up. He's only 8 months old, but I fully expect him to be walking by Thanksgiving. It'll be such a relief! (For the first week or so, anyway...I've figured that out already) :)
School is school, it's all I can do to keep myself organized and on track, but so far, so good. I'm looking forward to the holidays, and I'm already waiting for next spring, when I'll finally be planting my garden, and hopefully some herb beds along the front of the house. I feel isolated and constantly on the verge of depression...but I'm not giving in without a fight. The most recent thing I've learned from my son is that patience seems easy, but sometimes we (or maybe just some of us) need to constantly remind ourselves to relax and take it one thing at a time.
I don't know if anyone is still checking in on me, but if so, it's nice to see and be seen by you. Peace and blessings, Heather
