You say two words, one much more than the other. "Mama" only comes out when you are wickedly irritated. "Hi" comes out constantly. It can me 2 o'clock in the morning and I take you out of your crib and you smile that big gummy mouthed grin and say "Hi." And I melt. Even if it is the 1000th time I am checking on you- One little syllable can turn me right around.
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| From Adventures in Manual Mode |
We spent the weekend at grandma's house very recently and we were all in a single room together. In general it went pretty well. Saturday morning (too early on Saturday morning) you were in my arms and I was starting to dose next to your dad, and Mina was in the crib. All of our heads were within inches of one another and you woke. And you smiled at me and looked around, but then your sister stirred- Your head whipped around and you brought your hands to your mouth and let out a breathy chuckle. It is hard to explain on paper, but it is burned into my brain and I will be happy to share it with you any time you like. Anyhow- your sister stirred and you were there looking at her and trying to rouse her with your laugh. And it worked. Within moments, Mina was looking right at you and squealing "JOOOOOOO-VIIIEEEE" then laughter. And more laughter.
Even at this very early age, you two play off of each other- You laugh, Mina laughs, so you laugh again, and then Mina laughs harder and then all I hear is laughter and my eyes cloud up with tears because I am laughing so hard. This happens daily. DAILY. It is one of the greatest joys of my life.
This may seem incredibly boring to you. "Yeah yeah mom, we laughed, everyone laughs" And to that I say "fine" you are right, everyone laughs, but dammit this is better than I ever could have dreamed. To come home from a hard day at work, and see your bright smiling faces- its impossible to explain. I am not sure why I am trying.
Moving on- You got your first tooth this month. It is on the bottom, just to the right of the middle. You are still teething and I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of the other offending teeth. I NEED TO SLEEP. Not just sleep- I need to sleep for more than 90 minutes at a time. Preferably, I would like to sleep 6 hours- 8 or 9 would be blissful, but 6 is fine with me. Perhaps if I type it, somehow it will manifest into being... I will let you know in a month.
At your recent checkup, you were great- until the doctor looked in your ears and then you wailed. Dr. Jane laughed a little and said "that is an attitude." And she is right- you really do have one hell of an attitude. You can be bossy. "Entertain me minions! And feed me. RIGHT NOW." You squee like a teapot when you are happy. You cough to get my attention. And you buck like a bronco when I try to put you in your car seat.
I have never EVER seen a child so hell bent on NOT getting into a carseat. I sit you in it and you arch you back so much that only the top of your head and the bottoms of your feet are still touching the seat. You look not unlike the Gateway Arch. Getting you into that carseat is like trying to get those weird wire-edged car window shades into their collapsed position. Or like trying to get an umbrella which has flipped inside out, to return to its natural form. Challenging, that is for sure. Once you are in the seat and buckled and you have logged your distress- you calm down and might even sleep. Until I unbuckle you and you arch your back until you have wiggled completely out of the seat. Then you are happy.
This month you have started being a little more independent. It is a relief to be able to go put in some laundry or even start a meal while you play in your "office" or chew on some random thing you managed to nab with your rubber arms and sticky fingers. You let me know when you are OVER it. Then I pick you up and you are blissful again.
You have also just discovered splashing in the tub. I am not certain why this is so miraculous; in a couple of years you will be in trouble for making this much of a mess. I suppose it has the most to do with your personality. You are going from passive, occasionally LOUD newborn to a wiggling-giggling-busy baby. And the tub is the perfect manifestation. I had forgotten how magical those first splashes are. I hope I never forget again.
Once again- you have changed and enriched our lives. You have me Mina more "Mina." Mom and Dad are moreso "Mom and Dad." This is the place I wanted to be and because you are here we are full, we are complete and it is everything I had hoped for (and more).
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| From 2009-12-18 |
My heart loves you more each day
Love
Mamma
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