Your mom and I are worried that you're not doing the same things as other kids your age. No walking, no words, not a lot of the basic sounds.
BUT what's encouraging is that you seem to understand some words. You're not a regular responder to them, but you can sometimes show us "daddy's nose" and "mommy's nose" though when we ask "where's Johann's nose?" you just sit as if to say "who's Johann?".
The latest "He understands us!" moment has come from "monster face". The faces you learned to make at daycare, your mom and I have dubbed "monster face". You've only been making this face for less than a month, and only your mom and I say "monster face" to you. But now, when we say "monster face" without showing you with our faces what we're talking about (so we don't make funny faces), you will do it. In fact, a few times, we've mentioned it in passing, and you'll hear the phrase, and do the face. It's thrilling to get confirmation that you do understand some of what we're saying.
What's even more fun/ funny/ hopeful/ interesting is that you've not bothered to show understanding of "more", "eat", "food", "cat", "diaper", or "johann". But you have learned a word that's about making other people laugh. You seem to value having fun, and laughing with people. If that's the kind of person you are, you go ahead and take all the time you need to talk and walk. It'll be so worth waiting for.
Your mom and I love you so.
Your mom read a very sad story about a woman searching for her lost baby in the mudslide that just happened in Washington state. You won't know how horrifically sad that is until you have children of your own. I don't think I'd do any differently than that poor woman, it would be all I could do with my grief if our roles were reversed. digging through a mountain with a teaspoon is nothing to find my lost child.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Guaranteed to fail
Your mom and I watched "Ender's Game" tonight. There are so many things I could say to you right now, that this story makes me want to tell you.
For now, I'll focus on just one thought.
Your mom said she's watched a lot of sci-fi (and we all know she has). She says she thinks about the end of "The Terminator", in which Sarah Connor is driving away into Mexico, beginning to leave recordings for her un born son.
In some ways, that's what I'm doing here. I'm leaving you notes that you may find and read in the future. I'm hoping that, in their totality, they tell you things you find useful. They may not be right, but at least it'll give you a lot of source material to try to understand your parents, and possibly yourself. SO much of who we are comes wired into us from the beginning. It doesn't mean we're fated, but we have to understand our most basic natures, and tendencies, and to start from the truth about ourselves if we wish to be able to become what we want. Starting with the truth as a fundamental assumption is always best. Reasoning from falsehood doesn't usually lead to success. Know and accept who you are, and after doing this, then choose who you want to be. You can be what you want, but first you must know yourself.
Back to the Terminator. As parents, we try to prepare our children for life. We want them to be happy and capable. The problem is, the world changes quickly, and we don't know what the future holds. I have to try to prepare you for a future that I can't anticipate. I'm sure that there will be some important aspect that I don't see coming, and hence fail to prepare you for.
Putting it another way, my parents did their best with me. They taught me what they thought was right. Some of it was very good for me, like emphasis on learning and school, doing my best, reading, books, ideas, eating dinner together, support for athletics and extra-curricular interests. From my dad, I learned curiosity, open mindedness, love of sci fi and games. From my mom's side I learned affection and humor.
But there were some ideas they passed on to me which didn't serve me well. They thought these ideas were good, because they lived by them. But they didn't work for me.
I know at some level, I'm doomed to repeat this. I will pass on to you the best of how I was raised, I hope, and I'll also try to do things differently, too, where I think different is better. I'll do my best. But I know some part of it won't be right, because the world will be different for you than it was for me. I didn't have cell phones (until my mid 20's) or the internet (until college). You'll grow up with technology and social change very different from what I saw, and I know I'll not get it all right. I'm really sorry. Know that I'm doing my best, with what I know to be true at the time.
Love you so much.
For now, I'll focus on just one thought.
Your mom said she's watched a lot of sci-fi (and we all know she has). She says she thinks about the end of "The Terminator", in which Sarah Connor is driving away into Mexico, beginning to leave recordings for her un born son.
In some ways, that's what I'm doing here. I'm leaving you notes that you may find and read in the future. I'm hoping that, in their totality, they tell you things you find useful. They may not be right, but at least it'll give you a lot of source material to try to understand your parents, and possibly yourself. SO much of who we are comes wired into us from the beginning. It doesn't mean we're fated, but we have to understand our most basic natures, and tendencies, and to start from the truth about ourselves if we wish to be able to become what we want. Starting with the truth as a fundamental assumption is always best. Reasoning from falsehood doesn't usually lead to success. Know and accept who you are, and after doing this, then choose who you want to be. You can be what you want, but first you must know yourself.
Back to the Terminator. As parents, we try to prepare our children for life. We want them to be happy and capable. The problem is, the world changes quickly, and we don't know what the future holds. I have to try to prepare you for a future that I can't anticipate. I'm sure that there will be some important aspect that I don't see coming, and hence fail to prepare you for.
Putting it another way, my parents did their best with me. They taught me what they thought was right. Some of it was very good for me, like emphasis on learning and school, doing my best, reading, books, ideas, eating dinner together, support for athletics and extra-curricular interests. From my dad, I learned curiosity, open mindedness, love of sci fi and games. From my mom's side I learned affection and humor.
But there were some ideas they passed on to me which didn't serve me well. They thought these ideas were good, because they lived by them. But they didn't work for me.
I know at some level, I'm doomed to repeat this. I will pass on to you the best of how I was raised, I hope, and I'll also try to do things differently, too, where I think different is better. I'll do my best. But I know some part of it won't be right, because the world will be different for you than it was for me. I didn't have cell phones (until my mid 20's) or the internet (until college). You'll grow up with technology and social change very different from what I saw, and I know I'll not get it all right. I'm really sorry. Know that I'm doing my best, with what I know to be true at the time.
Love you so much.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Such good news
Your blood tests all came back normal. Yay! It remains a mystery why you're developing at about 2/3 the rate of normal, but at least major metabolic issues have been ruled out.
Last night, Jon from next door was over, and after dinner you were playing on the floor. You kept going for the beer glasses. You were very disappointed they were empty. Eventually you got huffy when I gave you the chance to play with one, and I realized you were asking us for a drink, not the glasses. I gave you your sippy cup with milk, and that was the answer. You're getting good at expressing which doors you want opened, too. You reach up with your arms, and grunt, and look at us. "I am displeased that this door is closed! You! Turn the handle and open it, that I may enter!" It's very cute.
I fed you some tiny bits of a chocolate candy last night. You nearly bit my finger off. You don't know how to lick something off a finger, just bite. Pretty funny.
I took video of you swinging at the park yesterday on your 16 month birthday. You're laughing and making faces. and eating cheese and some strawberry pieces I cut up. Funny.
Last night, Jon from next door was over, and after dinner you were playing on the floor. You kept going for the beer glasses. You were very disappointed they were empty. Eventually you got huffy when I gave you the chance to play with one, and I realized you were asking us for a drink, not the glasses. I gave you your sippy cup with milk, and that was the answer. You're getting good at expressing which doors you want opened, too. You reach up with your arms, and grunt, and look at us. "I am displeased that this door is closed! You! Turn the handle and open it, that I may enter!" It's very cute.
I fed you some tiny bits of a chocolate candy last night. You nearly bit my finger off. You don't know how to lick something off a finger, just bite. Pretty funny.
I took video of you swinging at the park yesterday on your 16 month birthday. You're laughing and making faces. and eating cheese and some strawberry pieces I cut up. Funny.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Resilient
Today your mom and I took you to the lab to have some blood taken for some metabolic tests, to see if there's anything going on that explains your being a bit behind the developmental curve. We were both dreading it, because we know how hard it can be to draw blood from such a tiny person, and we knew it meant some scary things for you.
I held you, and held your non-donating arm under the work table. Your mom stayed close and sung to you when it was at the worst for you. It went pretty well. One stick, but she had to probe a bit with the needle to find a vein. Hard to watch.
But after it was done, you really recovered quickly. You took some cuddling from me, and we stopped to look at some trees and spring blossoms on the walk to the car, and you were back to being your usual self. It's remarkable how well you recover from such things. Your mom and I both wanted a drink.
We got some pictures from Sirlei that you were a happy little man at daycare. It was good to see.
I held you, and held your non-donating arm under the work table. Your mom stayed close and sung to you when it was at the worst for you. It went pretty well. One stick, but she had to probe a bit with the needle to find a vein. Hard to watch.
But after it was done, you really recovered quickly. You took some cuddling from me, and we stopped to look at some trees and spring blossoms on the walk to the car, and you were back to being your usual self. It's remarkable how well you recover from such things. Your mom and I both wanted a drink.
We got some pictures from Sirlei that you were a happy little man at daycare. It was good to see.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Nervous
Today we took you to see your doctor to check on a little raw spot near your diaper that we just can't get you to shake. It just keeps coming back.
The solution for that is pretty simple. We need to boost the antifungal cream we've been using with some prescribed hydrocortisone cream. Not hard.
Your Doctor, who is very thorough and cautious also checked your size, and a few other things. The fact is you remain behind what we'd expect for your age. You don't have many real words (you use mamama for me, and mom, and lots of other things) and you're not really walking and you don't stack blocks and the bones of your skull haven't yet fused. We've been keeping an eye on this for a while, and have watched your growth relative to your growth curve. You've been close to it, but still below the chart line, and the time has come to do some blood tests.
I'm pretty nervous.
I don't know what to hope for right now. I suppose something definite, benign, and curable?
Your daddy loves you.
The solution for that is pretty simple. We need to boost the antifungal cream we've been using with some prescribed hydrocortisone cream. Not hard.
Your Doctor, who is very thorough and cautious also checked your size, and a few other things. The fact is you remain behind what we'd expect for your age. You don't have many real words (you use mamama for me, and mom, and lots of other things) and you're not really walking and you don't stack blocks and the bones of your skull haven't yet fused. We've been keeping an eye on this for a while, and have watched your growth relative to your growth curve. You've been close to it, but still below the chart line, and the time has come to do some blood tests.
I'm pretty nervous.
- I don't want you to get poked with a needle. It's what's best for you, but I hate to think about it.
- I'm afraid they'll find something. I'm afraid we'll have missed it and I'm afraid you'll suffer some long term setback as a result. I'm terrified we'll have hurt your long term potential in your first year.
- I'm afraid they'll find nothing. I won't know what to make of it. Why are you so little?
I don't know what to hope for right now. I suppose something definite, benign, and curable?
Your daddy loves you.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Cookies!
Today your mom and I went over to our friends Suzanne & John's house to meet their new baby, Jasper. We brought them dinner (chicken Mole) and I made peanut butter cookies for them. I made the dough here at home while you sat in your high chair and ate avocado, mozzarella cheese and O's. You didn't like the sound of the electric mixer too much, but when I fed you a morsel of cookie dough, I got a very big smile from you.
Tonight when you got to try actual cookies, you were also very happy. Today you had peanutbutter cookies for the first time, and you loved them.
Tonight when you got to try actual cookies, you were also very happy. Today you had peanutbutter cookies for the first time, and you loved them.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Future saver
Tonight after daycare your mom and I took you to a new park. You had missed your snack, so we fed you Cheerios and tiny bites of mozzarella cheese stick while you were in the tiny tot swing. You thought it was funny when I popped an o in your mouth as you swung forwards, and you wanted to try the cheese bite hand off on the fly, but that didn't work so well, so we took to stopping your swing, handing you the cheese bite, and then restarting. We had to slow down the cheese because you started to "chipmunk" it (fil your cheeks without swallowing any).
As the budding botanist you seem to be, you noticed some coniferous tree with hairy bright yellow flowers. I have no idea what it was, but you wanted to check out the flowers. You always smile so wide and bright when you get to touch and explore something new.
The park had a tunnel slide for the big kids, and I took you down that. Mom got video on her phone. You really loved it. We did it several times. Eventually, you wanted to crawl up the steep and slick slide, and I don't think even I would have had an easy time of that. So we went back to the tiny kid part of the park where there was a mini version. You crawled up the mini tunnel (with some difficulty and help from me, because it was really slipery), and then crawled up the rest of the play equipment to the straight slide, which you simply dove down head first. Mom caught you. I was impressed that you were so brave.
At home tonight you showed even more mastery of putting blocks into your car trunk, and have been very interested in opening and closing doors. You pull on the door stops to open them when closed,because it's all you can reach and get ahold of.
Your mom washed my rowing backpack, because I had left a banana in there by accident for a LONG time. It was black and moldy and sour smelling when I finally found it. So the whole thing needed a cleaning. When she emptied it, there were a few dimes, a nickel and a quarter. I decided they should go in your piggy bank, so I got your bank off the shelf, helped you and the bank in my lap, and showed you the dimes going in to the bank. You immediately understood what I was inviting you to do with the nickel and quarter, and got the nickel in first try. The quarter was a bit harder for you, and at one point, you tried to give it to me to do for you. You have a very logical understanding that just asking an adult is more efficient. we'll still try to teach you to do things for yourself. I also hope to teach you how to be smart with your money, and disciplined. Tonight you practiced "saving" for the first time. I hope it becomes a fun thing. When I was a small boy, I found all kinds of money on the sidewalk. I'd ask my daddy if I could put the coins in his "coin purse" which was a plastic oval with a slit, like a deflated football, about 3 inches long. Back in those days, coins in the US were actually worth carrying. The idea was, dad would keep it in there for safe keeping, and when I got home with him, he'd give me the coins back and I'd put them in my piggy bank. It's what started me off being a saver, too. I always felt bad spending anything from it, and I loved opening it up from time to time to see what I had.
Ask me some day to tell you about mowing grass for Mr. Jorgensen and saving up to buy a bike.
You went to bed without a fuss again tonight. You're a sweet, fun loving, giggly curious child, and I love you more than you will know until you have your own children. I hope I get to see that some day.
As the budding botanist you seem to be, you noticed some coniferous tree with hairy bright yellow flowers. I have no idea what it was, but you wanted to check out the flowers. You always smile so wide and bright when you get to touch and explore something new.
The park had a tunnel slide for the big kids, and I took you down that. Mom got video on her phone. You really loved it. We did it several times. Eventually, you wanted to crawl up the steep and slick slide, and I don't think even I would have had an easy time of that. So we went back to the tiny kid part of the park where there was a mini version. You crawled up the mini tunnel (with some difficulty and help from me, because it was really slipery), and then crawled up the rest of the play equipment to the straight slide, which you simply dove down head first. Mom caught you. I was impressed that you were so brave.
At home tonight you showed even more mastery of putting blocks into your car trunk, and have been very interested in opening and closing doors. You pull on the door stops to open them when closed,because it's all you can reach and get ahold of.
Your mom washed my rowing backpack, because I had left a banana in there by accident for a LONG time. It was black and moldy and sour smelling when I finally found it. So the whole thing needed a cleaning. When she emptied it, there were a few dimes, a nickel and a quarter. I decided they should go in your piggy bank, so I got your bank off the shelf, helped you and the bank in my lap, and showed you the dimes going in to the bank. You immediately understood what I was inviting you to do with the nickel and quarter, and got the nickel in first try. The quarter was a bit harder for you, and at one point, you tried to give it to me to do for you. You have a very logical understanding that just asking an adult is more efficient. we'll still try to teach you to do things for yourself. I also hope to teach you how to be smart with your money, and disciplined. Tonight you practiced "saving" for the first time. I hope it becomes a fun thing. When I was a small boy, I found all kinds of money on the sidewalk. I'd ask my daddy if I could put the coins in his "coin purse" which was a plastic oval with a slit, like a deflated football, about 3 inches long. Back in those days, coins in the US were actually worth carrying. The idea was, dad would keep it in there for safe keeping, and when I got home with him, he'd give me the coins back and I'd put them in my piggy bank. It's what started me off being a saver, too. I always felt bad spending anything from it, and I loved opening it up from time to time to see what I had.
Ask me some day to tell you about mowing grass for Mr. Jorgensen and saving up to buy a bike.
You went to bed without a fuss again tonight. You're a sweet, fun loving, giggly curious child, and I love you more than you will know until you have your own children. I hope I get to see that some day.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Such a great day with you!
Well, not really a full day, because you were in daycare.
This morning after rowing I got to hold you while your mom got dressed. You wake up hungry and thirsty these days, and I gave you milk and some cheerios and some blueberries. You picked the O's out of my hand, guzzled your milk from the sippy cup and got much of it on your front.
When i picked you up from daycare, you were outside crawling on the patio with the girls, who were playing. It was about 63, so a nice spring day. Sirlei told me you had crawled into one of the little plastic houses, and played at the kitchen, and found something so terribly funny with her that you laughed until you shook. You do that. When you think something is really hilarious, you laugh your little ass off. You seem to appreciate absurdist things. People doing something intentionally out of place. For example, after the park tonight, I put you in your car seat, and you were in a good mood so I just sat there playing with you. You picked up the strap used to tighten your shoulder straps and kind of handed it to me. I took it in my mouth, and kept it there, and you thought this was the height of comedy.
I was sad that i missed such a happy moment for you at daycare. It really does tear at me, to leave you with others for so much of every day. I tell myself you're happy with the other kids, and it's more fun that you'd have if you were home. And I do have to work, we do need to pay for life. But I fear I'll miss your first steps, first words. When I feel like I missed a special moment with you, it's hard. I question my priorities.
I've started trying to take you to the park right after I get you. It's easy to do, it's on the way hoe, and it gives us some fun time, and give you new experiences. Today I took you down the twisty slide on my lap, which was your first time doing this. You got a little nervous, but then realized you were safe, and decided it was fun and laughed at the end. I did it a few times, and got video. I also got the bright idea to hold you next to me, but as we started, you reached out your little hand and it dragged on the slide. it got pulled back a bit, but I pulled you into my arms before anything bad happened. You were scared and a little hurt, and I held you close and walked to the car. You calmed down really quickly, and just snuggled me. It was great. So I walked with you like that around the park a bit, getting a super cuddle from you. Super.
I took you home, and got a quick video clip of you removing your socks. You are nearly OCD about pulling off your socks. In fact, it's a way to calm you down: After your bath tonight you were a bit fussy, but once I put your socks on, you were instantly calm, because you were focused on taking your socks off. You grab hold and just pull with all your might until it releases. I figure, there'll come a time when you stop doing this, but we tend to forget how precious these "ordinary" things are, so I got it.
I fed you your mom's Thai curry, which you loved. I think you hit a ginger ball or something, though, because at one point you got very unhappy. I gave you yogurt, in case it was spicy, to neutralize it.
I took you in the bath tub with me for the first time. Usually you do bath time with mom. You had a great time. You loved standing up on things, and were a bit startled when i turned the water on to add more hot to the tub. You kept trying to grab a plastic duck, but because it was floating, it moved away from you when you put your hand on it. You've not mastered the precision snatch needed to get a floating toy.
After your bath I dressed you and we played with your little pop up pegs. You can almost put them back in their slots. You can depress them, but cant' quite figure out how to slide your finger off them to make them pop out. We played a little crawling chase around the hexagonal table. I fed you more curry.
When bedtime came,i ave you some milk in a sippy cup, and was going to put you down, but decided to try to show you a book first. I really want you to get in the habit of expecting books, but you've just been uninterested. Well, you actually sat still for your fuzzy animals book, and petted the lion fur, and the koala fur. You also kind of understood the treefrog sticky pads. When the book ws done, you flopped on the furry throw onthe couch and snuggled in and I knew you were ready to sleep. I took you to your crib, and instead of the usual crying, you just lay right down on your belly and settled in.
When you cry when we put you down, sometimes I think it's because you just want more time with us, and I feel terrible about cutting our time short. Tonight, I think you got a mega dose of daddy time, and were happy to go to sleep. I hope we have lots of good times together in the evening. I can't wait to play games with you.
This morning after rowing I got to hold you while your mom got dressed. You wake up hungry and thirsty these days, and I gave you milk and some cheerios and some blueberries. You picked the O's out of my hand, guzzled your milk from the sippy cup and got much of it on your front.
When i picked you up from daycare, you were outside crawling on the patio with the girls, who were playing. It was about 63, so a nice spring day. Sirlei told me you had crawled into one of the little plastic houses, and played at the kitchen, and found something so terribly funny with her that you laughed until you shook. You do that. When you think something is really hilarious, you laugh your little ass off. You seem to appreciate absurdist things. People doing something intentionally out of place. For example, after the park tonight, I put you in your car seat, and you were in a good mood so I just sat there playing with you. You picked up the strap used to tighten your shoulder straps and kind of handed it to me. I took it in my mouth, and kept it there, and you thought this was the height of comedy.
I was sad that i missed such a happy moment for you at daycare. It really does tear at me, to leave you with others for so much of every day. I tell myself you're happy with the other kids, and it's more fun that you'd have if you were home. And I do have to work, we do need to pay for life. But I fear I'll miss your first steps, first words. When I feel like I missed a special moment with you, it's hard. I question my priorities.
I've started trying to take you to the park right after I get you. It's easy to do, it's on the way hoe, and it gives us some fun time, and give you new experiences. Today I took you down the twisty slide on my lap, which was your first time doing this. You got a little nervous, but then realized you were safe, and decided it was fun and laughed at the end. I did it a few times, and got video. I also got the bright idea to hold you next to me, but as we started, you reached out your little hand and it dragged on the slide. it got pulled back a bit, but I pulled you into my arms before anything bad happened. You were scared and a little hurt, and I held you close and walked to the car. You calmed down really quickly, and just snuggled me. It was great. So I walked with you like that around the park a bit, getting a super cuddle from you. Super.
I took you home, and got a quick video clip of you removing your socks. You are nearly OCD about pulling off your socks. In fact, it's a way to calm you down: After your bath tonight you were a bit fussy, but once I put your socks on, you were instantly calm, because you were focused on taking your socks off. You grab hold and just pull with all your might until it releases. I figure, there'll come a time when you stop doing this, but we tend to forget how precious these "ordinary" things are, so I got it.
I fed you your mom's Thai curry, which you loved. I think you hit a ginger ball or something, though, because at one point you got very unhappy. I gave you yogurt, in case it was spicy, to neutralize it.
I took you in the bath tub with me for the first time. Usually you do bath time with mom. You had a great time. You loved standing up on things, and were a bit startled when i turned the water on to add more hot to the tub. You kept trying to grab a plastic duck, but because it was floating, it moved away from you when you put your hand on it. You've not mastered the precision snatch needed to get a floating toy.
After your bath I dressed you and we played with your little pop up pegs. You can almost put them back in their slots. You can depress them, but cant' quite figure out how to slide your finger off them to make them pop out. We played a little crawling chase around the hexagonal table. I fed you more curry.
When bedtime came,i ave you some milk in a sippy cup, and was going to put you down, but decided to try to show you a book first. I really want you to get in the habit of expecting books, but you've just been uninterested. Well, you actually sat still for your fuzzy animals book, and petted the lion fur, and the koala fur. You also kind of understood the treefrog sticky pads. When the book ws done, you flopped on the furry throw onthe couch and snuggled in and I knew you were ready to sleep. I took you to your crib, and instead of the usual crying, you just lay right down on your belly and settled in.
When you cry when we put you down, sometimes I think it's because you just want more time with us, and I feel terrible about cutting our time short. Tonight, I think you got a mega dose of daddy time, and were happy to go to sleep. I hope we have lots of good times together in the evening. I can't wait to play games with you.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Clever Boy
Today I watched you form plans. You wanted to put some of your blocks in the "trunk" of your car. You'd been having a hard time opening the trunk. It's tricky, because there's only a small indentation in the middle that lets you slip your finger underneath to lift the lid. Once you got it open, you thought about letting go with both hands to go for your block. It looked like the kind of thing that would stay open. Instead, you decided to hold the lid open with one hand, since it had been so hard to open. Not worth the risk. You then filled it with blocks with your free hand.
Tonight you snuggled the fuzzy Koala in one of your touch and feel books. At this point, you won't sit still for a reading, so I just show you pages in a drive-by fashion while you're doing something else. I get some of your attention for a few minutes, which is better than nothing. The touch and feel books seem more interesting to you, because there's something to do. I don't think you really understand words or pictures yet. But on the fuzzy Koala page, you leaned over and rubbed your face on the gray fur. Super cute.
You're such a handful on the changing table! You will not lie still once your diaper is off. You immediately try to roll to your belly,then crawl to the opposite end of the changing table, to look through the various creams and lotions to find something to play with. You'll pull the air freshener off the handle, pull the detachable handle off. You will just not sit still. What's nice is that you seem to think it's a game. When I hold you in place by grabbing your legs and making them counter-balance your roll, you try really hard to get away. But then when you can't. you just laugh at me. Better than the alternative. It takes a good 10 minutes to change you into night time clothes, due to the extra wiggles. You also like to stand up and reach for me to pick you up, before you're changed. I don't mind it. Tonight I got you to hold still for your mom by nuzzling in by your neck and making NOM NOM NOM noises. It tickled you, but it made you hold still so Kel could change you.
I was a bad daddy and gave you tiny nibbles of chocolate before bed. I ate one, and you saw me eating something, so crawled over to me, asked to be picked up, then tried to open my mouth to see what was in it. How could I resist that? I had to indulge your curiosity and expressive request. So I unwrapped another, and took micro nibbles, which I then passed to you. You wanted MOAR CHOCOLATE. You tried to grab the large chunk out of my hand, and wouldn't wait for the tiny bits. I had to hide the rest of it from you.
Tonight you snuggled the fuzzy Koala in one of your touch and feel books. At this point, you won't sit still for a reading, so I just show you pages in a drive-by fashion while you're doing something else. I get some of your attention for a few minutes, which is better than nothing. The touch and feel books seem more interesting to you, because there's something to do. I don't think you really understand words or pictures yet. But on the fuzzy Koala page, you leaned over and rubbed your face on the gray fur. Super cute.
You're such a handful on the changing table! You will not lie still once your diaper is off. You immediately try to roll to your belly,then crawl to the opposite end of the changing table, to look through the various creams and lotions to find something to play with. You'll pull the air freshener off the handle, pull the detachable handle off. You will just not sit still. What's nice is that you seem to think it's a game. When I hold you in place by grabbing your legs and making them counter-balance your roll, you try really hard to get away. But then when you can't. you just laugh at me. Better than the alternative. It takes a good 10 minutes to change you into night time clothes, due to the extra wiggles. You also like to stand up and reach for me to pick you up, before you're changed. I don't mind it. Tonight I got you to hold still for your mom by nuzzling in by your neck and making NOM NOM NOM noises. It tickled you, but it made you hold still so Kel could change you.
I was a bad daddy and gave you tiny nibbles of chocolate before bed. I ate one, and you saw me eating something, so crawled over to me, asked to be picked up, then tried to open my mouth to see what was in it. How could I resist that? I had to indulge your curiosity and expressive request. So I unwrapped another, and took micro nibbles, which I then passed to you. You wanted MOAR CHOCOLATE. You tried to grab the large chunk out of my hand, and wouldn't wait for the tiny bits. I had to hide the rest of it from you.
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