There is a first time for everything...

I know over the course of LB's life there are a lot of 'firsts' I won't get to see or be a part of.

Some I'm okay to miss.

Like the first time he spends 7 minutes in a closet with a girl...I don't want to be there.

Other firsts I do want to see...like his first steps, his first word, his first touchdown catch, his first win for the NCAA championship and going first in the NFL draft. I want to be there front and center shouting. (I could be front and center shouting expletives with the whole 7 minutes in a closet thing...unless he's thirty, then I would be shouting for him to get a job and get out of my house...but if he's fourteen, I'm tapping Husband in.)

I was afraid when I went back to work there would be all these 'firsts' I wouldn't get to see.

We've had a lot of firsts this week.

And I got to see them...Some I could have done without...preferring instead the closet scene.

LB can now get his toes in his mouth. And since I had just wiped them with sanitizer (don't ask) they tasted extra nice...hence the yuck face he made after he got them in there. Didn't stop him though...he kept trying to gnaw on those little piggies like they were his last meal.

LB can sit up completely on his own...unattended.

LB knows now that face-planting on a toy in the tub only gets you a mouth full of water. And it's not the breathable kind of water they used in the "Abyss" either...it's a full on red faced coughing fit for those who haven't had the pleasure.

LB had his first real injury. Like 'we are going to the emergency room right now' real. And even though it isn't fair, I totally would have been pissed if it happened on someone else's watch. We're talking medieval, channelling my inner Nurse Ratched, psychological warfare, lobotomies for everyone...pissed.

LB went to Gymboree for the first time. Hilarious. We had the best time. And it didn't matter that LB was the youngest but biggest kid there and I was the oldest mom with my ben-gay and dentures...he was the ONLY kid to laugh...for the entire hour. Because he is a tall, laid back, big for his age, bundle of awesome.

LB scoots on his butt now when he wants to get somewhere. He has no idea what he's doing and it looks like the cat when he scoots his butt across the floor because his anal glands need to be 'expressed'. It's like that...only cuter. 

Husband mentioned that it was hard for him to imagine that LB would get so excited over something like bubbles before he realized LB has never seen bubbles before.

This only makes Husband super excited to show LB every new thing...just so he can see his wide eyed expression. And that makes me swoon...man has never seen so much play in his life.