It crossed my mind tonight that there are a few things I keep meaning to blog about, but haven’t yet:
It’s much easier to make note of when Nicholas STARTS doing something, but more difficult to catch when he STOPS doing something. I miss that “newborn cry” and the way he could make his mouth turn down – all the way to his chin! And he used to have this adorable little whimper that we loved – we kept saying “we have to catch that on video”, but we never did. Now, we’ll probably never hear it again. Sad.
The arrival of his first tooth made me nervous as I’ve watched (and heard) other mums be bitten with those sharp new little pegs. I tried not to think about it too much, because I thought it might become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Well, I’ve been pretty lucky so far (knock on wood) because he’s only bitten me a few times. I’ve yelped and either pulled him off or pushed him in closer (worth trying both methods, in my opinion). I’m surprised that he hasn’t been startled enough to cry. He does seem to be understanding, though, because he didn’t bite me, even once, today.
He’s a regular little mexican jumping bean. I think he might walk before he crawls because his legs are so strong and his balance is really improving. In the tub tonight, he was mostly standing on his own and even taking a few steps in the water. Everyone keeps asking if we have a Jolly Jumper – we do, but our chiropractor really crinkled his nose when we asked if it was OK, so we’ve only used it twice (and only for 10 minutes each time). He spends quite a bit of time each day (about 1.5 hrs) in his exersaucer, jumping mostly.
Nothing beats the rush of emotion I feel when I walk into the room and watch his little face light up, happy to see me. Unconditional love. What a blessing, and what a shame that we somehow lose touch with it as we move along in life. Thank you, baby, for the warm fuzzies.