Nolan and I took a walk to our little community park (if you can even call it that) the other morning. He woke up pretty cranky and my brother had spent the night and was sleeping on the couch, so we went on a walk. The weather was so nice. And everything was so beautiful as the sun was rising.
This was Nolan's first time playing in the sand. I couldn't tell if he liked it or not. He kind of just sat there for a minute with his hands in the air like "this is so gross" ( he gets that from me, I can't stand sand. Rob could take a bath in it). Then the first thing he did was try to put a fistful in his mouth and after the fifth time of me moving his hand away I finally realized that he's just gonna have to figure it out for himself. Well he did. After some hilarious faces (which I didn't catch on camera, I was laughing too hard), he grabbed a handful and brought it up to his mouth but when he got about an inch away he'd just drop the sand, like he had remembered that it wasn't too tasty. He just kept doing in over and over again. It was adorable (I'm so easily entertained these days).
It's so much fun to watch him experience things for the first time. I love seeing his little personality and how he already has such distinct likes and dislikes. I still can't believe that he's already 8 months old. Sometimes I wish I could just stop time and keep him the same age, even for just a week. It seems like he changes and learns so much in a single day, which I love, but at the same time, before I know it he'll be off to kindergarten. Oh I don't even want to think about it. I just need to learn how to live in the moment. To really absorb every experience. Burn it in my mind. Sometimes at the end of the day I think to myself "what did we even do today?". Life is so busy that sometimes it just passes by. I guess that's why I cherish these little moments so much.
1 year ago