Every week, there is something new with Mick.  He starts to smile, starts to roll over, starts to push himself up off the mattress, gains a bit more fat.  I started to feel anxious when he started to prefer being supported so that he can stand over being carried in our arms.  He can’t even sit up yet, and he already wants to stand.  I feel that he wants to be like the adults in his life — upright and mobile.

Now he has sprouted his first teeth!  Not one, but two teeth at the same time.  Daniel said that it is normal in the Netherlands to have two teeth come out.  It just makes me feel that Mick is in a hurry to grow up and leave me.

I miss the time when I was pregnant, because I had him all to myself.  I miss the time that I was breastfeeding, because only we two had that connection.  This baby is so sociable that it won’t be long before he has his own friends and pursues his own social interests.

And Mommy will be someone relegated to the background of his life.

*sigh