I've been afraid that our subsequent children (as in, not the first) will get slightly less attention than their eldest counterpart. But then I've been afraid that I might get so obsessed with making everything even that I will simply end up stressing myself out. Yet, somehow, in my endeavors to enjoy a life of gratitude, appreciating the small moments, little joys and secret beauties of life, I have come to appreciate the tiny nuances of Emmett to the same extent as his sister. He is not lost on me.
This evening Philip and I spent some quality time encouraging little man in his mobile pursuits - being that Philip would like to witness the event before he spends a week away from his son. We did the whole bit. Video camera; tantalizing toys; forbidden pleasures (as in grocery sacks and water bills - our little guy loves anything paper); Daddy doing a demonstration; Mommy on hands and knees, coaxing her son to her; big sister in the other room, enjoying Care Bears (in CG - what's up with that?!) on Netflix; just our tentative crawler and us.
There were definitely a few moments of a knee moving forward just before a hand did the same and then the belly hit the floor. Daddy said it counts. I'll agree - for his sake.
I am hoping, though, that our little Emmett Bug doesn't pick up speed too quickly - as excited as I am for the milestone, the keeping up with a jet-setting nine-month-old makes me a little nervous. But I guess we've done this all before.