Don’t be sad, it’s Dreamday!

You know, when I was working, I dreaded Mondays. Sometimes, I would forget that Monday was coming. I would be so involved in enjoying life with my little family, I would forget that I would have to leave it all behind and trudge into the office. That moment when I would remember, “Tomorrow is MONDAY!” was maddening. Looking back, I think that is also a sign that the environment I was heading into was not right for me. Now, there’s a twinge of disappointment that Jason won’t be around, but JOY over the fact I don’t have to go anywhere I don’t want to be. Ahh… I am basking in that right now. So grateful.

I’m counting the blessings in my new situation. Perhaps the most amazing one yet… witnessing Kenton take his FIRST STEPS!

Unfortunately, no photos or video of the actual event. 🙁

The great “first steps” happened in our new music class Friday morning. We switched from our Saturday class since I have the time now during the week. I was excited to meet some other (presumably) SAHM’s and some new friends for K-man. About half-way through the class, he took two-three steps away from me – toward the teacher – then realized what he was doing and crumbled to the floor. I half-screamed, not wanting to embarass myself in front of the other mommies – and smothered him with kisses. One other mom pointed at Kenton and mouthed “Was that… first?!” I nodded enthusiastically.  Then, he did it again and I full-on screamed this time. The other mommies looked at me and I said, “I’m sorry, I don’t know any of you, but this is SO EXCITING!” Then, he did it THIRD time and everyone clapped and cheered for him. It was amazing! He was really excited – although I’m sure he had no idea why. I kept trying the rest of the class to get him to do it again with my iPhone video running, but no dice.

However, he still earned himself some ice cream to celebrate.

Friday, May 4, 2012 – 11 months and 3 days old – that was the moment. My mom and I were chatting about this pivotal moment over the weekend and she recounted the story of my first steps. Guess how old I was? 11 months and 3 days.  CRAZY, RIGHT?!