real-life infinity

When K was born we loved him infinitely much, more than we'd ever loved anything or anyone, more than we'd ever thought possible.

But then the next day, we loved him even more than that. 

And on it goes.

He is developing into such a hilarious little person. We are blown away by him daily, hourly, minute-ly. We love him so much we are bursting with sunlight.  Sonlight.

He handles his shots with aplomb and charms the doctor before and after. He's a big boy (20 lbs 5 oz) but not too big. He's taking steps here and there and spending lots of time standing unassisted, but he's not making me run around chasing him. Yet.

He says "hi" and "wa-wa" (water) so far and that's all I've seen as intentional speak. "Mama" and "Dada" are daily utterances but not words.  Anyone who's read his G.E.Moore knows the dif.

His smile makes our world go 'round.  I am too clingy a parent and he might be too clingy a kid but I'm not sure what that hurts, in the long run.