This whole “having a son” thing has been very eye-opening in many ways. He is *almost* 9 months now, and keeps surprising me with the things he can do, understand, etc.
One of the absolute best moments happened to us this past weekend – we had just returned home from a trip to see both sets of grandparents. My wife and I were so happy to bring him “home” to see family – we stayed at my parent’s place for awhile and then her parent’s place. Understandably, he was very timid. He’s also in the midst of his “stranger danger” phase, so he was also very clingy. Even still, he seemed to warm up and have a good time with his relatives on both sides. On the flight home, my wife and I commented on how well he did and what a good time he had.
I did not foresee what was coming next.
We landed very close to his evening bottle/bedtime, so we rushed home to get him in bed so we could hopefully put him back into his normal routine. He was very hungry by the time we got home, so my wife took him out of the car to get him changed, and I made his bottle. I fully expected him to eat his bottle and fall asleep as it had been a very long day for him. I dimmed the lights, sat in our eating spot, and let him start on his bottle.
Halfway through the bottle, he pulled away and looked at me with excited eyes and a *very* big smile! He then sat up and started looking around, and babbling at different things. It was obvious that he didn’t want to finish his bottle at that time, so I thought “sure – let him down and he’ll wear himself out.” Then the most amazing thing happened: he started crawling around the room, babbling, and looking back at me with the same smile – as if to say “Dad look! It’s all of my stuff!!!” He spent the next 45 minutes crawling around the house – not wanting to be picked up – looking around the house. My wife and I joked that he was checking to make sure nothing was stolen.
My wife and I were very excited to bring him to her old home and my old home, but we were very happy to see our son so excited to be back in *his* home… in *our* home.
I write post this in the hopes that I never forget how happy and excited he was during that hour – it was incredible.