seemingly overnight you’ve added this amazing little squeal to your repertoire of vocalizations. and with these squeals you’ve begun to demand my attention. am I getting a glimpse of what threedom is going to be like?
“mom, mom, mom, MOM, MOM, MOM.” “Yes, Arlo?” “Watch this!”
as I’m writing this post, you’re sitting next to me on your little lounger and as soon as I look back towards the computer screen you wildly move your arms and legs and squeal. you’re becoming so much more social. you love grinning at faces, flaying your limbs around, looking in the mirror on the changing table, staring at your activity gym, and now, vocalizing how you feel. you are such a different baby than you were a few weeks ago, which is both thrilling and mind boggling to watch.
sleep seems to come easy to you and for that, I count my blessings. you take two naps a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. each morning I get to wake up to a smiley happy baby lying in his rock n’ play next to me. I scoop you up and bring into bed with me and papa for some epic snuggles. when it’s time to get up, we first have a little jam session on the changing table where I sing to you and you smile and dance along. then downstairs we go to start the day. you chill on your lounger while I make coffee and breakfast. after I eat, you get your mid-morning meal in the living room. the neighborhood boys race by the windows, biking and playing games for hours as the long days of summer wind down. their wild frantic play outside is quite the contrast to our quiet sweet moments inside. but I know those days aren’t too far off in your future. I’m trying so hard to reflect and live in each and every bliss filled moment with you. while I know that I’ll love watching you play and run, I’ll secretly wish I could relive an hour from our quiet mornings together when you were my little baby and I was your world.
after your mid-morning meal, you usually take a nap, an hour or two, and then it’s time to play! just last week you really started to see all that the gym had to offer. so many interesting things to look at! sometimes you fall asleep below it, sucking your thumb like a champ, stimulated into a stupor. if we run errands, you usually fall asleep in your car seat and I leave you there to nap when we get home.
when we’re not at home, we are busy, busy, busy. going to play groups, running errands, practicing yoga, and going on hikes. you are a wonderful travel companion although you have started to become antsy in your carrier. I think it’s because I need to place your legs in a different position because you are getting so big—I’ll figure it out soon.
when papa gets home in the evening we go for a walk around the neighborhood. you used to fall asleep on these walks but lately you’ve been so alert, absorbing all the sights and sounds of summer. it seems a perfect way to end your day because when we get home, you’re making your sleepy eyes and producing big-mouth yawns. one last peaceful meal before we put you up to bed, sleepy but awake. then like magic, you put yourself to sleep. you coo and and vocalize for a bit but always find your thumb and sooth yourself to sleep. for the past 4 weeks you’ve been sleeping from 6-7 hours straight but last night you made it to 8! we have a quiet feeding between 2 and 4 am, falling back asleep until 5 or 6 when you start making your “gotta poop” noises. I prop you up against my knees so gravity is working with you and you let em rip! then we go back to sleep until 8 when we’ll start a new day.
My favorite songs to sing to you are: Summertime, Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay, You are my Sunshine, and Shoop. With Shoop, I often interchange the word poop and sing while I’m changing your diaper. good times.
our before dawn feeding is becoming a particularly favorite moment of mine. your eyes are a perfect mixture of sleepiness and desperation and when you latch and start eating, pure bliss melts over your face. your tiny hands rest on your chest, first balled tightly into fists but as your hunger subsides, open, fingers wiggling slowly like blades of grass in a breeze.