And Two Eggrolls, please

We knew it was going to happen and it officially has. Your lovable “baby grunts” are gone. They’ve been replaced with a little Chinese man.

After feeding you this morning, I put you in your crib under your mobile and went to get dressed. I could hear you in there, talking to the little critters going round and round, and I swear it sounded like you were ordering from a Chinese menu. Your sounds are filled with “Dou” and “Gah” and “Oog” and I’m not sure what you ordered, but it sounded yummy.

The best advice we got in this arena was from our hairdresser, who is a father to two little girls. He told us we should videotape you making your baby grunts, because we won’t hear them forever and someday we’ll really miss them. I just watched those videos and he was right. I do miss them. And, I know someday I’ll miss the little Chinese man that has inhabited your body, for ”Dou”, “Gah” and “Oog” will be replaced with “Mommy”… or “dog”.

In the meantime, it would be really helpful if you could work on the words “Kung” and “Pao”.

Body Heat

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely (without question) and more temperate (no).

Thou could melt steel.

I was nearly down to my boxers last night as I rocked you in my arms, but I didn’t want to scare the cat. Let this serve as a warning to the rest of the house.

Recognition

You spend most of your days observing. You can often be found sitting or laying on your back, presumably watching the world go by. Although, we know that inside that wonderful head of yours, your brain is processing many things. Like how to get toys into your mouth. How that thumb will magically separate itself from your other fingers so that you can suck on it. Ya know, the important things in life.

But, recently, I’ve noticed there’s something very different about one particular observation. This is with your daddy. It used to be that your daddy would come home and you’d just look at him. Not necessarily a blank look, but you would observe him as you do other things in your life. But in the last few weeks, but most notably this last week, you recognized your daddy. Now when your daddy comes home or enters the room, you stop all movement and wait until he comes within your range of sight. And once there, you almost always shoot him the most wonderous little smile. Your eyes light up and you sit in anticipation of his reaction. Which is always worth waiting for – because your daddy immediately smiles back and usually accompanies it with some kind of goofy face. Which just makes you smile more (sometimes giggle) and that makes him even more goofy.

So it wasn’t the puppy. It wasn’t the kitty. It wasn’t me. You saved your first real recogntion for your daddy. And it was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.

Smiles All Around

Ok, enough of the squishy, mushy, sappy posts. It’s time to get inappropriate for a moment. I’m well aware that this post will either get you beat up on the playground, or make you a hit with the ladies. Two things I know for certain: grandma will not like this post and this will cause you embarassment later in life. You’ve both been warned.

So, the other day, you were all smiles. Every time I would look at you or walk into the room, your face would just light up. Your knees would raise to your chest and you’d be grinning from ear to ear. It happened every single time. I thought it was so sweet and it just made my day.

By the end of the day I realized something, though. I had just changed your 100th diaper for the day and realized you were, yet again, sporting wood… I mentioned to your daddy my theory on why you had been smiling all day long. And he said that you were packing heat when he changed your diaper, too.

So, I don’t know what you had on your mind that day. Whatever it was, it obviously made you happy… Full Body Happy.

The Marvel of Schmoo

Miracle. It’s a word that’s used a lot to describe pregnancy, childbirth and children in general. I always felt it was overused. I don’t know if it’s the religious connotation or what, but I always felt there had to be a word that wasn’t so cliche.

The other day, I was cleaning up the desktop on my computer and came across some pictures… ultrasound pictures. And, I was honestly dumbstruck for a moment. I sat there and studied these pictures and thought of this wonderful little boy I had just laid down for a nap and tried to think of a word, other than miracle, that best fit what this was. What you are.

This is the first photo, at 6 weeks, we have of you. You are the small white spot (in the middle of the large black spot):

 

And this is you, 12 weeks “in the oven”:

And 12 weeks “out of the oven”:

So I searched the thesaurus to find the word. The one I’ve chosen to use is marvel. It’s definition:

“to be filled with wonder, admiration, or astonishment, as at something surprising or extraordinary”

and that’s exactly what I think of you. My marvelous little boy.

The Pick-up Artist

A-dog, you can be my wingman any day.

-mystery

Precious Little Fingers

I’m so proud of you. Today was a big day. Today, you looked at your toy and then your little fingers explored it. Then your mouth opened and you actually grabbed that toy and stuck it in your mouth!

This doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it really is. Before, you would observe your toys. Maybe swat at them, which sometimes seemed like an accident. But, today you saw your toy. And then you wanted that toy in your mouth. And then…  you did it again, just so that I could get it on film:

Momma’s so proud, she could just squish you!

Behold, The Kiddopotamus

Kiddopotamus, sans child

With child:

A.K.A. The Baby Straightjacket; The Velco Contraption; The Thing That Keeps You Asleep for 6+ Hours a Night.

And, yes, the puppy blanket goes over this because the Kiddopotamus is no match for Baby Houdini…

If it’s any consolation

Sometimes, it’s comforting to know someone else shares your pain.

Why, I oughta…

Therapy Fund Donation #1. Your parents dressed you as a chicken for your first Halloween party this weekend. And, if you don’t behave, we’ll submit this photo for the back of your senior yearbook.

More pictures to come…