Tears and Fears

concentration and determination

Yesterday I did the silly mom cry. Kind of like the time Bo laughed for the first time. Anyways, last night Scott and I were playing with Bo in the front room (this boy gets entirely too much attention) and watching him do his cute little bum-in-the-air-wiggle-squiggle. Usually this little trick of his ends with him falling onto his tummy and not moving much. Last night, however, Bo turned his cute but useless bum-in-the-air-wiggle-squiggle into a movement of mobility. Right before our eyes, Bo wiggled/crawled/scooted across the room to get his teddy bear.

Enter silly mom tears.

Bo is growing up entirely to fast, and I often think about the sweet, cuddly, adorable newborn that I had 5 months ago. It's not that I don't absolutely love my almost 6 month old baby-I do-but I miss being able to cuddle and kiss him for hours, without having to worry about  my hair getting ripped out, my face getting clawed, or him lunging out of my arms to grab whatever looks appealing. This crying of mine was not only sentimental though-I cried out of fear. If you have spent time with Bo, you have probably commented on two things, his shockingly blue eyes, and his endless amounts of energy. Add mobility to his energy, and you will most definitely have chaos.