So, I thought the crazy dreams ended with the end of pregnancy, but apparently not. Last night, as I dozed between feeding Teddy and trying to convince Merrill that 4:30 did not constitute "morning" and she needed to go back to sleep I had a doozy.
We were at my parents house celebrating my sister's birthday (which we are doing on Sunday, so it was couched in reality at least...) and my brother, Christian, was holding Teddy in the family room. I went in and Teddy smiled and had a full mouth of teeth! I was amazed that I hadn't noticed that he was born with all of his teeth for a whole week. My aunts Barb and Sandi were there (Patti, you must have been at Ben and Leslie's :) ) and the fact that they saw it too made it true. So we've got a one-week old baby with a full toothy grin who THEN tries to stand up and walk. But of course he can't 'cause he's only a week old and he falls forward onto his belly. This doesn't hurt him because he's less than 20 inches from the ground ... THEN he starts to army crawl across the floor, even crawling over an obstacle in his way!
Yeaaaah...
Some possible interpretations...
My niece, Peyton is hitting or close to hitting all of the above milestones; teeth, crawling, walking and my sister, mom and I talk about that a lot so perhaps I was just superimposing her accomplishments onto Teddy.
OR I am keenly aware how quickly this time with Teddy as a newborn is going to pass. As a third and last time mom I know this time is not just a metaphorical blink of the eye and that it will be gone and past before I know it and Teddy will be approaching and passing all of those milestones. You can believe I will be soaking up every moment of newborn goodness that I can in the next few weeks.
OR I need more sleep :).
On that note, I'm headed to bed! Sweet dreams!
