Whistle While You Work

I hate February.

Let's just get that over with right now. It goes too fast. This is why winter sucks. I, frankly, have never found February to be a long month. It has been busy for as long as I can remember. In University spring break was in February, which meant you were in the middle of your semester, and by that point far behind. Now, February means that you in your head think it will be a slow month, but it isn't. Don't fool yourself.

In a few days, Carter will be 14 months old, which means he is almost 15 months old (OK, I don't know why 15 is that much older than 14, but it just seems to be). In a few days I will be out of my first trimester, and even though I look about 4 months pregnant now...I am excitedly anticipating the change in hormone levels so that I can have more energy for Carter and Matt.

Speaking of Carter-this IS his blog after all.

Matt has been teaching Carter how to whistle. He loves blowing air out of his lips, and he loves having his face blown on. When he was a little infant and crying a lot, we used to use that technique (if I phrase it like that, it sounds more certified). I know, it sounds mean (Child Protection Workers take note) and it may have been. But sometimes it was just a really good way to get him out of "the cry". You know how it is when babies get caught in the cry, and can't seem to get out. Well, a blow on the face can work. Regardless, now Carter not only likes the rush of air, but he also loves making air come out of his mouth. He loves that he can make a noise out of his lips if pursed together enough.

Just writing this reminds me how much Carter has changed over this year. He used to hate the wind on his face, making small "OOhah, OOO(blow)," noises. Now he is riveted by it. He will let out a small smile and a look of exhilaration passes his face.

The other day, Carter and I were looking at video of him on the computer when he was a few weeks old and lifting his head. I can remember thinking at the time of filming how amazing that little feat was for him. The other day I cried at the amazement of the tiny feat, and the changes that have happened for him. Carter on my lap watching himself. How surreal. I couldn't help but feel a little loss, as well as brimming with pride at what an amazing little boy he is, already.

We are so lucky to be able to do this again, and I know I cherished each moment with Carter the first time, but I promise to do so even more this time. I think because Matt and I now have a concept of how amazing these kids are, and how fast they are different from the last moment.

Is it possible to love someone more each day? I know it is. I guess all this mush will help us get through the teen-age years...right Mom and Dad Heinrichs and Stokes?