I Suppose...



I think the world stops for a few people when a baby is born. That is if they are lucky, and if you are lucky, you should take advantage of your luck. Just after the tsunami, my friend Tiffany had a baby boy. Max was born December 30 at 10:16 in the morning and he is absolutely beautiful. I was there in the moments before he was born but had to go home to administer a nursy to my own. I can't thank Dave and Tiffany enough for letting me be a part of Max's birth.

He's growing fast. He was just a little smaller than Magnus when he was born. People comment when babies are 10lbs or more and they silently worry when they are smaller. But I can tell you that Max, and Magnus, were strong babies when they were born. And Max is already filling out those 0-3's as I write. He's a good nurser and he already has chubby, chubby cheeks. Forget buying the 3-6 month clothes, go for the 6-9. He'll be there before you know.

My SIL and friend, Valerie was due yesterday. She's waiting and working from home. I try not to talk to her about it, try not to call, try not to assume when no one picks up the phone (I've been doing this for a week now). There is nothing worse than an in-law constantly asking, "Is it there yet?" So I call and leave messages, "Can I come by and see how you are doing?" "You look beautiful!" "How are you feeling?" but not "When are you going to have that baby anyway?" or "Doesn't waiting suck?" And then I call my parents, "Have you heard anything?" and "Do you know if she is having contractions?" I try to be sensitive, but I can't wait for Magnus to have a cousin.

So, as you can read, it has been a busy month. There have been other things on the burner. Our pot rack is still not up but I did complete my blocking board. And I'm keeping up with laundry and the dishes just a little bit better (this is not a resolution. Buying running shoes, and using the shoes for running, is).

And because I have skipped a month, here are some things Magnus is doing:

Almost sleeping through the night (but not in his crib)
Putting things away
Cruising and taking tentative steps
Standing on his own
Reaching just about everything that was out of reach just a few weeks ago
Falling on his face because he is crawling too fast to keep up with himself
Splatting food with his palm and laughing really hard about it
Feeding himself with a spoon (more like pushing it all over his face)
Drinking from a cup without help (most of it goes down his shirt)
"Dog" "Gaaaaa" (cat) "Papa" "Mama" "Lovebugs" (seriously) "Bye-bye"
Turns on tv with remote (ugh.)
Clapping blocks together
Stacking cheerios
Knocking over blocks
crawls up stairs

Oh yeah, and then there are the paralytic poos. They're big. Not really hard, but harder than usual. And he hates it when he has one. He refuses to move and shouts at me to change the diaper. The first time he had one he was on his hands and knees in his crib. I could tell something was wrong and because he would not move I was afraid to pick him up. And then I smelled it.

Posted: Fri - January 21, 2005 at 07:48        

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