We’ve entered the world of upright play. No longer do we have a squishy little lump of adorable on our hands. This is a baby boy. He perks up his little ears and turns his head to look about the room. He laughs at his sisters when they hover around the jump-a-roo like a pack of hyenas to “show” him how to play with the fun gadgets. The pacifier has been replaced by the two middle fingers, just like his sisters did at his age. Baby-fine dark brown hair is still hanging in there but in the perfect morning light I can see blond streaks popping in underneath. Eyes are getting darker but are still blue. Toys are beginning to be of interest. A plush pigeon and Sophie are favorites. More emotion in his little face. A turned-down sad little mouth when mama walks away. A sense of humor developing. Big sisters are hilarious but also dangerous. Belly-pushing (tickling?) is a “game” they like to play. Night sleeping continues to be a success. Your heart-melting arm-reach around my back while nursing has made mamas throat choke up in the best way. Baby boy sleeps with his bum in the air, knees folded under. We suspect he will be the first to crawl. He is quietly preparing to rock our world with boy-ness.
The Daily Babble