So, he’s a half now. When people ask me how old he is, I like to say, “Oh, he’s half.” It’s much more entertaining (for me) than saying that he’s 6-months old. The biggest milestone at this half-stage is that he’s discovered his hands. Well sometimes he doesn’t quite know that he has hands as he hits himself on the head and looks at me with a queried look, as if he’s thinking who is hitting me, and when are they going to stop? But most of the time he is grabbing at anything, my hair (which I might just shave off), my earrings (goodbye dangles), my nose (I’ll keep that, thank-you), Sutter’s ears, my glass, my book…
It seems like his hands are constantly in motion. At times he’ll have both hands thrusted straight out in front of him, rotating them in graceful circles as if he’s conducting an orchestra. But what hits my heart is when he reaches up to me from his crib and hugs my arm close to his cheek.
“Happy half birthday to you. Happy half birthday to you.
Happy half birthday sweet baby boy, happy half birthday to you!”
I thought I’d share some of my musings thus far while he rests through this post. Is that okay with you little baby? Oh wait.. I don’t want to wake you.
I have fallen in love. As you sleep in my arms, I am mesmerized by your delicate hands, long eyelashes, and soft skin. You are a miracle. How is it that I am blessed to call you my baby? How is it that God formed you and knew you in my womb?
It has been an amazing thing to discover that I absolutely love being your mom. I love kissing your toes and nuzzling your neck and giving you zerberts on your tummy. I love dancing and singing and making funny sounds for you to hear you squeal with glee. I love watching you stare out the window or seeing yourself in the mirror as you discover new things about your world. I love hearing your sweet breath or your baby babble as you try to keep up with conversation. I love how you kick your legs with excitement. I love that you totally trust me and don’t even hold on as I carry you throughout the house. I even love waking up for you before the sun comes up so I can see your sweet face.
I still can’t believe you’re here, yet I also can’t imagine life without you.
In Anne Lamott’s book, Operating Instructions, she writes about some of her first moments with her son. I completely resonated with her observation and couldn’t have said it any better.
“None of us could take our eyes off him. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. He was like moonlight.”
It’s an amazing thing, the bond between a mother and child. I don’t think I’d put up with a friend, co-worker, boyfriend, parent, or spouse who barfed on me once a day. I mean, I’d be nice to them and buy them birthday gifts and stuff, but the barfing business would have to stop.
Can you believe I’m 4-months old already?
I don’t know why, but every time my Mommy puts me in these overalls, she starts singing “The Farmer in the Dell.” She also came across this video, which she is quite disturbed by, and has vowed never to show me anything sung by the Wiggles. That’s okay, because she sings to me all day long. Don’t tell my Daddy, but she likes to sing me every song from the Sound of Music. (He might think she’s tricking me into believing that movie is the greatest movie of all time.) Every night she rocks me to sleep as she sings “Edelweiss.”
To her dismay, I’ve started to put my fingers in my mouth right after eating (this is not because she is singing me songs from the Sound of Music or because I’ve developed a baby eating disorder… I just want to put everything in my mouth right now). So, my Mommy has re-entered the world of spit-ups and has resorted to smelling like cheese or finding strange globs on her shoulder.
I’m also doing a better job holding my head up. My doctor said my head size is in the 90th percentile. I don’t know what that means, but my Mommy said that’s a lot of brains to hold up for a small body. I just smile and giggle, and she kisses me on the cheeks again and again and again. All is well.
I have a new favorite thing.
Sometimes my Mommy and I just stare at each other and giggle.
All she has to do is blink at me and I start laughing.
My Mommy and Daddy are pretty funny. Just last night they had a dance-off in the kitchen while I just smiled at them in my bouncy seat. It’s good to be 3 months old.
Here I am in action. (Please excuse the silly sounds my Mommy makes in the background. She’s a little embarrassed.)
Sometimes I cry too.
Now I understand why you love being a mom.
I love you!
So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. (Isaiah 41.10)