Post-bath and pre-bedtime, I lay Remy down on the floor.
Tonight I put on a Chopin record for us to listen to as he stretched out on the rug.
I wonder what he thinks about.
The feel of the carpet, the brightness of the piano, the breeze from the fan?
What do you think about when you don’t yet have a vocabulary?
Can’t believe how much he’s changed. Can’t believe we’re almost halfway through our first year.
Can’t believe he’s still got blue eyes (we were sure he’d get his dad’s brown ones!)
Can’t believe all that dark hair fell out, and is growing in reddish-blonde.
Can’t believe he’s three times the size he was at birth. (And a scheduled breast-fed baby!)
Can’t believe he’s been teething for five weeks, and we STILL don’t have any sign of a tooth.
Can’t believe he can spend all that time in the jump-up without collapsing from exhaustion.
Can’t believe he’s ours. He’s way cuter.
We found this lovely chair at a yard sale. I think we might have paid $15 for it. Maybe $20?
I think it’s been in every room in the house, so far.* Someday I’ll recover it, and fix the cracked arm, and pass it to my children and their children and their children’s children.
*not the bathrooms. Or the guest room. But everywhere else.
It starts with fists, or grasping things tightly.
Then a stare.
We’re in the swing, but we’re not moving.
We love the turtle.
We hate the turtle.
We just don’t care anymore.
Mom, put the dumb camera down, and put me to bed, already!
Like a man stuffed with straw set in a cornfield, or a plastic owl on a building’s roof, I set my dining table to keep all sorts of messes from coming to roost.
Likes: his feet, trying to put things in his mouth, water, being thrown in the air, jumping in the johnny-jump-up, jumping on mommy’s lap, jumping in general, the squeaky monkey toy, Mimi’s voice, Tatey Time, zrbts (sort of), sleeping, almost sitting on his own, staying awake in the late afternoon, that baby in the mirror.
Dislikes: going to sleep, Mozart*, Tummy Time, teething, 2 a.m., lying on the floor for long periods of time, any action that might possibly indicate that we’re getting ready for a nap.
16 lbs 12 oz. 27″ tall (approx).
(We lack five ounces in tripling our birth weight.)
Eating every four hours (give or take).
Down to two full and one catnap.
Growing up too fast.
*there is a story there.
Dear Remy,
One year ago, today, I found out that you were growing inside me. I had been so sick for several days, and everything thought I was pregnant and didn’t want to say so; I didn’t want to think about it, either. Not because I didn’t want you–quite the contrary. But I was afraid I’d get my hopes up, and be disappointed.
So I cried all night the night before, and I barely slept. And in the morning I took a test. And guess what? Pregnant.
It was the first positive test I had ever seen!
So I told your Daddy, and we cried together. Then he went to the kitchen and got some oil, and he put it on my forehead and my belly (with you inside) and on the door of the room that you sleep in at home. And he prayed for us, for all of us, that I would be safe and that you would be healthy and that he would be a good Daddy. And we thanked God for you. Amen.
Love, Mommy
The Florida sun is a little too much for some.
