Baby S turned 7 months old yesterday. My sweet, fragile baby boy is turning into a small man right before my eyes. It’s almost scary how quickly they change. I swear sometimes that someone came in my house in the night, stole my sleepy-eyed, little ragdoll, and replaced him with this tempermental little pistol who chit-chats all afternoon and squeals with delight at “Les Petit Marionettes.”
He’s eating very little solid food. We’re taking it slower than I ever thought. We’re just doing what feels right. He loves to eat but seems full after two or three tablespoons. He’s not quite sitting up yet. I think that’s going to take a while. But, he has suddenly taken delightfully to rolling back and forth at rapid speed. He seems very proud of this and always has this sort of “look at me” grin on his face when he does it. This is probably because we’d clap and shout and do wolf whistles each time he’d do it. Now he does it so often that we just kind of grunt "good boy" out of the corner of our mouths and carry on with "...oh, and honey can you pass me the salt while you're up?" He’s probably thinking, "hey guys, what happened to all the hoopla?" Well, I guess he’ll have to get a new gig, the poor little monkey. That show's already in syndication.
I wish I had a special stop watch to freeze certain moments and carry them with me forever. Memories aren't the same, they fade and change color. Movies don't capture the same feelings. Don't we all wish we could stock memories and keep them in our minds and hearts as fresh as they are when they happen. I hope I can always look at him and see that fresh faced baby with the droopy head, tenderly wrapped in the yellow, satin receiving blanket.
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2 comments:
Too many people look forward to the next step. Even I did it.. when will the baby crawl, when will baby speak...it's great that you are taking it slow and doing what feels right.
I know auntie what you mean. I do actually look forward to the next steps but then I get mixed feelings. I will really enjoy seeing him sitting up, crawling and walking though because he'll be able to participate so much more in enjoying life. But at the same time, part of me is selfish and wants to keep him codependent. I guess that's the "tug of war" in the heart of of all mothers.
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