This post is part of an ongoing blog circle with several other woman photographers, writing monthly letters to our children. Link to the next letter is at the bottom of this post. It’s been a great way for me to document more intentionally the connection I have with my son, born in April, despite the chaos of our daily lives!
We have giggles. Your giggle is completely hilarious, it almost sounds as though you are screaming or crying, but it’s just because you don’t understand how to modulate your joy just yet. Why do you giggle? You like to laugh at big noises, which is one of the first really stereotypical boy things that you’ve done, personality-wise. You laugh at daddy bouncing the tennis ball for the dogs, you laugh at the dogs running on the hardwood floor, you laugh at trucks going by, you laugh at Elodie jumping. You smile at everyone, and you give these wet kisses with your mouth fully open as anyone approaches, including Elodie, but most of the time, I am the one sticking my kissy lips in yours as we snuggle. This may be why you and I have had colds this month.
You have officially been sick for the first time. Your first congestion may have been last month, I don’t really recall, but either way this has been the month of colds for us. Your sleeping has returned to being totally erratic, at least while sick (which you are no longer thanks to antibiotics). You had your first doctor sick visit, where we learned that yes, you had double ear infections, with ruptures on both sides. Just pitiful. Things have finally gotten under control, but we’ll be watching your recovery and if another ear infection happens in the next month, well, I will be beating down the door of the ENT. Yessir, I won’t make the same mistake I made with Elodie and just prolong the infections by running through every antibiotic on offer before considering tubes. But, I suppose there is a chance you won’t be hit as hard as she was, and maybe the fact that it took you over a month in daycare to need a sick visit should give me hope.
Back to the fun stuff: this month, your favorite toy has been your own toes. You grab them and pull them up to your mouth constantly, basically any time I lay you down on your back, and sometimes when you are sitting on my lap. It fills me with joy to watch you go after those tiny toes. So much gusto!
After toes, you are really digging your jumper, which we assembled in our living room. Our living space has been shrinking lately, as we’ve added the jumper, and some of Elodie’s new toys, as permanent residents on our floor. We put away your bouncer chair, though, with your friend Piggy. It’s so strange to put things away this time, I guess because we don’t know anything about what life will look like when we may consider bringing them out again. When we put old toys away after E was through with them, we had you in the back of our minds already; this time, there is a great unknown in between you and whatever comes next. I’ve been feeling very unmoored lately, with all of this change going on. You and your sister are keeping me grounded, though.
Speaking of your sister. Your interactions with her are just killing me with cuteness. Though I won’t lie, right now it is mostly her cuteness; but you do your part by responding to her “I love you, baby!” with smiles and even sometimes that little giggle. You’ve become so affectionate and curious, grabbing onto our hands and arms, and (unfortunately) the hair of anyone who is near your fingers. E has gotten caught in your crosshairs and she has not enjoyed it.
This month has brought a lot of change to our lives, and there’s no end in sight. Your auntie and soon-to-be godmother is moving 5,000 miles from Houston, and of course our own little family is preparing for our big adventure starting at the end of the year. You’re growing and changing so quickly, it’s crazy to think simultaneously about how soon that is, and about how different you will be by then. At Christmas, will you be crawling? I can’t even think about that right now. Please just stay my squirmy little man a little bit longer. ‘Kay? (as Elodie would say).
Now you can click through to the next blog in our circle, and read Kristy’s letter to her daughter Makenna.