Saturday December 21, 2019 // Morning Nap

My wife is out running errands and the little guy just fell asleep. A shot of espresso is in my system and the dog is content with a bone. As long as the nap holds, there’s no better time to attempt to write than this very second.

My son will soon be six months old. Wow. They’re right. Time flies once you become a parent. The first ~two months are kinda slow because it’s all so new and you’re exhausted. Since then though, it’s gone by faster than I could have ever imagined.

We’ve had our first ER trip and ear infection (which he’s currently battling right now). We’ve had our first bottle of amoxicillin (this is no fun). We’ve had our first roll over. We’ve had our first almost crawl. We’ve had our first sitting up by himself. We’ve had our first experience with object permanence. We’ve had our first sweet potato, pea, carrot, apple, zucchini, banana, and avocado.

We’ve read books, rolled around on his play mat, jumped in his jumper, laughed, cried, nap jailed, washed dishes, washed more dishes, took a trip to the beach, took pictures with Santa…twice, met cousins, met great grandma, and went to a World Series parade. And that was all in the last eight or so weeks!

Six months in. My coworker has a 17-year-old. One more year until their out of the house and onto college. I think about this often. Six months goes by so fast. I’m sure a year will be no different. I’m 1/36th of the way to him going off to college. I only get to do this 35 more times. 2.78% of his time at home is already gone and I don’t know how to process this.

I can’t believe we’re six months in. He’s the best and I don’t want this ride to end.

– Josh // trying to learn to stop time