Sunday, January 25, 2009

11 Months

11 months came and went.

Aidan has become much more comfortable with his shoes. We had him walking outside yesterday. It's the first time I've been worried about the street outside our place. The first of many times, I'm sure.

For some reason, I'm having a difficult time of thinking of things that Aidan's been doing. He's pretty much like a real person, any questions I can answer? He understands words now, and is starting to test us when we say no. It's exhausting.

With Aidan's first year coming to an end I've been thinking about the past year and future. But first, a warning, this might get long, and expect more posts like this one. Anyways, on inauguration night they interviewed a man who was one of the Little Rock students who broke the segregation barrier in high school. I got caught up in the aspect of a high school student living through that experience and being able to look back on it as an adult. Another example I think of is those people who when younger admire someone and end up working with them. It would be like if I suddenly became a rock star and got to tour with Pearl Jam. Where will Aidan's life take him? What will he see? What will be his failures and successes? As this year comes to an end I think that's what is most exciting, Aidan's no longer a baby. We get to see him grow up in a way not measured by weight or height but by contributing to our family and hopefully to society. Maybe this is obvious.

For those of you who are curious, this is as close as we got to entering the Mall on Inauguration Day. There are several pictures like this as we wound our way through the lines. In retrospect, we should have given up earlier and headed to a non-ticketed area.
Here's one remote picture!
This is more about Aidan's hair. It's fantastically awful. I think those who read this blog are pretty aware of SEC football. Aidan's hair is like any quarterback in the SEC, it almost falls over his eyes but is pushed away just above his eyebrows.

Aidan was playing peek a boo by himself. He'd pull the cloth over his head, pull it back, look at me and smile. Awesome.

1 comment:

Elizabeth said...

Just for the record: Absolutely nothing about my grandson is 'awful' - not even his hair! Awesome, definitely, but not awful.

Love,
GranE