Raspberries and a note on change

Last night I asked Ezra what he would like to do for the rest of the evening. He did this:

So what? Right? I have become that person who thinks every little thing my kid does is comparable to discovering the concept of zero. The single, baby-free version of me hated those resembling the current ooey-gooey, constantly cooing version of me. I used to have clothes without baby drool and/or spit up all over them. I used to have a tummy that did not resemble the aerial view of a corn field. I used to have control over my emotional waterworks. But in all that unglamorous, stretch-mark-scarred, bipolarity I have found an uncanny sense of worth and pride. I don't need a smooth belly or the ability to hold back tears at the drop of a Hallmark commercial; I get to watch Ezra blow raspberries for the first time. #winning