Knock on wood
I don’t mean to brag but I have a really good baby. I mean, as far as infants go I think he’s pretty easy. I feel like I should be typing this in teeny tiny letters. Or not at all. I would hate for the Baby Gods to read it and go “Too easy you say? WE CAN FIX THAT” and then all of a sudden my baby gets colic, and ear infection and four teeth.*
His newest skill is telling me what he wants. Like, TELLING me. He really loves making funny sounds and faces and blowing raspberries but now he’s doing it with purpose. Tired is rubbing his eyes. Happy is smiling and laughing (duh, that one didn’t take a genius). But my favorite is hungry. He sticks his tongue out and smacks his lips and if my hand is close enough he LICKS me. He pulls my fingers into his mouth and slobbers all over them as his signal for “Time for food Mom!” When he’s awake he can be happily entertained by just about anything from the dog to music to his own feet. He’s just really really happy. I don’t want to be all soppy and gross about it but I’d saying Baby Evan is a true joy to be around. For me. You’d probably think he smells weird and drools to much and has a funny shaped head. But I think you smell weird too, so it’s ok.
Although I don’t know much about babies I do know I should enjoy this while it lasts, since pretty soon he’ll start with the teething and the launching himself off the furniture towards anything with a sharp corner. After that I’m pretty sure it’s all downhill until he leaves for college graduates from college gets a real job and his own apartment. But I’m basing all that on my limited experience with little boys which consists entirely of my brother and tv sitcoms.
Isn’t it amazing how quickly my brain has blocked out those first few horrible weeks of sleeping on the couch and walking around half dead? Please don’t remind me. I felt dangerously close to the edge emotionally for a few days but am so so so so SO much better now I can’t even explain. Damn baby is even making me think I should have another one. I KNOW.
*Half way through writing this post, Baby Evan peed through his diaper, puked all over himself and started screaming. Serves me right. Although after a change and a cuddle he was good again.
Dude, Irish twins are no joke. I’m glad he’s being awesome and you’re enjoying him, but you don’t want to be doing this while pregnant.
Glad you’re finding the joy in early motherhood, just sit back and enjoy this time w/Baby E and let your body rest for a couple of years…please.
I firmly believe amnesia is nature’s way of making second-born children. Why on earth would you willingly put yourself through that again unless you secretly romanticize it and forget how miserable it was at the time?
And I’m with the other girls – babies ARE adorable, but they’re more adorable when you only have one to deal with!
The other day, I saw a really cute 8 or 9-month old baby and almost wanted one. So I believe you when you say you kind of want another one, although yeah, you got time, lady. I’m sure you know that and you meant “in a couple years, I want another one.” I’ve always thought if I had one kid and wanted another one, I would want to wait until kid one was totally potty-trained.
And I am glad things are getting a bit easier. Gives me hope that if I ever have kids, it won’t be a constant “Oh my god I need sleep and psychotropic drugs” cycle.
Have you thought about introducing baby sign language? my girlfriend did that with her kids and it was so cool to see them asking nicely for what they wanted months and months before they could talk. cut down on a lot of frustration. no pressure though, not trying to make your kid into baby genius. it’s only like 2 signs — “food” and “change my diaper.”
JD – My hippie baby store has signing classes and I am totally thinking about signing up. I actually heard a woman in the shop today raving about how amazing the class was. And one of the store’s owners uses sign with her learning disabled son and said it’s been a lifesaver. I’ll have to look into the suggested age requirement though, since Evan can barely control his hands I think he’s still a little young.