A Week of Firsts
July 13, 2009
We’ve got a lot of firsts going on in our busy house.
Tomorrow my oldest goes to camp for the first time. He’s my cautious, must be comfortable and have done it a couple times already before he wants to do it child. Which is just like me. Sorry, dear boy. 
So we’ve been getting comments like, “I hope Monday doesn’t come,” and “Can you all go with me?” He’s going with a couple friends, and since he’s only forty-five minutes away, my husband plans to swing by and say hi to him on Tuesday, but nervous son just won’t be excited until he finds lots of other boys who play sports too. Then he’ll forget all about us.
So there’s that. While he’s gone, my daughter is going to have her first overnighter with a friend. She’s my daring, laughs in the face of danger child that has my husband and I most on edge. Talk about opposites, huh? She’s dying for older brother to leave so she can get this overnighter started already.
Even my ten-month-old, the hyper diaper as we call him, has a first. He’s giving kisses! To my husband. Only. 
Of all the nerve.
Still, it’s adorable. Steve asks him, “Kiss?’ and the hyper diaper puckers up and leans half an inch toward him. I tell you, it’s a real “Awww” moment.
The sad thing about firsts is that they soon become the norm — and routine. Before long, my oldest boy won’t be so sorry to leave Mom and Dad. My daughter will want to do sleepovers more and at our house (I’m so not ready for that!). And the hyper diaper will give so many kisses that we’ll forget their charm.
That just makes me want to savor these moments even more. Tomorrow I’ll give long hugs, enjoy a quiet evening with my husband, and do my bestest to get the hyper diaper to give ME a kiss.
I’ll let you know when I get my first.
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5 Responses to “A Week of Firsts”
the hyper diaper? LOL
There is nothing sweeter than a baby kiss.
Hope you get yours soon!
Hyper diaper?! I LOVE IT! Figures Dad would get the first kiss
Hope all goes well for the firsts this week!
My oldest, now 29, said his first word at 9 months old — Da-Da. He waited another 7 months before he said his second word — Ma-Ma. It was funny for a week. Drove my wife crazy, until she realized who he was calling for all the time — and she was thankful. Drove me crazy for almost 7 months.
So far everything’s good.
Especially since I got my kiss!!!
Awww, that’s all so sweet. Enjoy!