Dear Mr. Babyman,
I’ve been meaning to write more about you so I remember the tiny but endearing details about your babyhood. Somehow between the time spent playing, working, and sleeping (you let me do that now!), I’ve let 2 months pass by without an update.
You’ll be 6 months old on Monday. This has been the quickest half-year of our lives (especially yours). In the last two months, you’ve really turned into a baby. I think it’s fair (and sad) to say that you’re no longer an infant. You sit up, you’re completely engaged in your surroundings, you try to pet the dog, and you make all sorts of experimental noises. I have a feeling you’ve even already started trying to manipulate us with some fake crying. I don’t mind – it’s actually pretty amusing to watch you go through the motions but promptly stop fussing when we distract you with something else.
Some little things that I don’t want to forget but probably will if I don’t write them down:
* Your skin is positively RADIANT. I’ve heard of a glowing complexion before, but I’ve never really seen it before you. It’s also incredibly soft. I cannot steal enough kisses from the little dimple in your shoulder and the cheeky curve between your ear and chin.
* I’ve watched the squishy infant migrate out of your face for the last 6 months, and I think it’s all gone now. But in its absence, I can see so much Kimble in your cheeks. It’s one of the things I love the most about your dad’s face, and I love catching glimpses of the resemblance in you.
* You are crazy about Jessie dog, and the feeling is definitely mutual. Our little morning routine involves sitting down on the rocker footrest so she can come over and you guys can say good morning to each other. I suspect you actually like it when she licks your face, though I’m trying to minimize that as much as possible until you’re old enough to say so yourself.
* You’ve definitely started exploring the different kinds of sounds you can make. High pitched squeals of glee (when you see Jessie), the most fantastic belly laughs, adorable little chuckles, raspberries with your lips, and the latest “word” when you’re tired or annoyed – BA BA BA! If I really want to read into it, I could easily imagine that this means binky, because whenever I give you the pacifier in response to this demanding string of BAs, you quiet immediately. Then again, following the same logic, I could also read into the “mamamama” sound you make when you’re feeling pitifully upset and imagine that you’re calling for me. Mostly I just think you’ve got your own baby language that translates to “give me something to chew on!” or “I’m so stinking tired/fed up with this. I just want to sleep” or “Dude! My diaper is wet and that sucks. Fix this situation, pronto.”
* I love watching people love you. My dad (who I think has decided on being called “Poppop” after much debate) watched you last week while your Babcia and I went to visit a friend in the hospital. When we got home, you were sound asleep on the bed with him sitting next to you. When it was time to wake you, he held your little hand and gently told you it was time to go. You bring out the best in people, baby.
You’re awake from your nap now, so it’s time to play again.
So much love,
Mama
