Finn woke up. But not really all the way up. I heard him get out of bed upstairs and walk out of his room and stop at the top of the stairs. He didn’t move for a minute so I went up and found him standing there, still half asleep. He held out his arms to me and I picked him up. He scooped his arms inward and shoved them between our bodies and rested his head on my shoulder- a classic Finn move. His long loopy legs dangled down as I held him as best I could. Not one to pass on the opportunity for a sleepy cuddle, I sat down on his bed and we did a little shifting and adjusting attempting to find a good position for a mama/son snuggle… and then it happened. Or rather it didn’t happen. We couldn’t get comfy! Arms here, head here. Nope. Shoulder here, arms here, head here. Nope. Shift sideways, legs out. Nope. Head back. Nope. Legs straddled, arms around mama’s shoulders. Nope. We spent about 3-4 minutes searching for a good snuggle/sleep position, and could not find it. His long arms, long legs, and boy-ish body no longer fit just right into mama’s lap. I laid him down in bed, covered him up and kissed him goodnight. After I closed the door my heard gave a sigh… how quickly that little baby has grown into a little boy.
Days are passing with the duties of life marking time; faces washed, diapers changed, meals prepared, laundry folded, babies bathed- am I in it enough to be seeing him also grow and change? It all seems to be happening so fast. Finn is a strong willed, determined little person. He is clear (and polite!) in expressing his needs and desires, and isn’t afraid to shoo us away from his learning process. He is funny and a jokester (”just teasin!”), admires his Daddy o’ so much, has made a hobby of tormenting his baby sister (mama cringes), and gets into any sport with great gusto. He also has a great big heart that needs to feel included and seen. He is my sensitive, brave Scorpio.