Holden: You are pure energy! This month was all about exploration and expression. You are scooting and crawling and cruising all over the house, including up the stairs. Your curiosity is growing and you don’t like being steered away from something that has piqued your interest. You even walked a little bit for a few days! I realize that is probably no big whoop to parents of your contemporaries, who have had walkers for months…
His daddy got him to laugh before I did, and so did Aunt Kristin when she visited over the weekend. But I finally got him to laugh at me on purpose and on camera today, after many, many attempts involving ridiculous noises and faces. Filmed surreptitiously because as soon as the phone gets in his line of sight, he freezes.
How can someone be in this world for a mere 10 weeks and know so well how to command my heart? Ridiculous.
We have been blessed with a happy, sweet, content baby. Ninety-nine percent of the time. (The remaining 1 percent is deducted for regular baby-type crying and wacky scheduling matters that drive Mommy and Daddy crazy.) What a relief. We’re nearly two months in now and I still marvel at this beautiful boy. Even at times like this one, when I am super exhausted and just spent many, many hours trying to coax myself to sleep…
Poor newborns. As soon as they come out, their skin totally goes to shit. Holden’s got a case of pizzaface and his skin has been peeling all over. Plus he’s got a goopy eye thanks to a tear duct that doesn’t want to drain (despite my massaging it and, yes, giving it a squirt or two of breastmilk). All that is perfectly normal newborn stuff but it’s still pretty weird to watch, and just to…
Originally we were trying to figure out if this child is a zombie or a vampire. When his daddy holds him, he rares his head back and bobs around, mouth agape, around Daddy’s clavicle and face, trying to devour him. So, one point for zombie. And he looooves to suck. And suck and suck and suck. So, one point for vampire. But then we thought maybe he’s got a streak of werewolf in him, because…
… to write. My phone alarm goes off every two hours and that’s when I stick my boob in the boy’s mouth provided it’s not there already, which it often is. He lives a life of decadence. Oh, and he gets the hiccups a lot.
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