Ilia is five months today. Time flies when you're having a wee one. He's becoming more and more alive, eats veggie and fruit mash now, doesn't drink as much milk anymore. Takes everything into his wee little hands and puts it into his mouth. He's grown, weighs more - 6k340 yesterday, gets the hamstercheeks ;)
His godfather, who has a son of his own, and i were talking just this afternoon, and we're both quite fed up with relationships... Either your heart gets broken, or you break someone elses heart, you're being cheated on, betrayed, eventually lied to and mistrusted... (doesn't sound too good really) but there's a bright side to all this misery, and that it from the moment you have a kid, that doesn't really matter anymore, cause you feel a love that you've never felt before and will never know with anyone except your own flesh and blood... I love Ilia so much, I love the way he smiles at me first thing in the morning, I love the little screams he produces when he's laughing, I love everything about him. First day in daycare, I cried. He didn't, because he doesn't really realise it yet, but i cried, almost the entire way to work (that's more than 50 km). I never cried so much over a boy before...
Even when i'm in a bad mood, or very tired and grumpy, Ilia can always make me smile. That is the unconditional love from a mum to her son. This and nothing else ;)
