Lilster. Whaz up.
See – that is the way your Dad and I will talk when your dates come to the door so we scare them away and you will be trapped and forced to hang out with us instead on a Friday night as we play Racko and drink Blueberry wine coolers.
No really.
In other news big stuff to update you on:
First Family Sleepover: well…sort of. This was your second. But this was in our little shack on Fire Island that we rent with friends for the summer. Thank god you are still tiny unlike when I was a small girl and my parents rented a place but it was a cabin in the woods of Maine and I thought they were ruining my life. We had a fab time over Memorial Day. You slept in a portable crib next to the bed and when the sun rose we peeked down over the bed and saw your smiling happy face beaming up at us. We picked you up and you got in the big bed. We read a Richard Scary book Dad found in a give away pile by the ferry boat. We walked downtown and got ice cream. I showed you the Bay. We stuck your feet in the sand for the very first time and you liked it. You even took a nap on the beach wrapped in 75 towels (it was cold and I had no fleece). I didn’t think the nap would happen seeing as it was such a strange new place for you. That and the fact that a couple decided to pick up a competitive and apparently miked game of Prokadima made of oh…I don’t know…rocks…about an inch from your face as you attempted to sleep:
CLACK
CLUCK
CLACK
CLUCK
Thankfully it didn’t stop you.
New bedtime 8:30: You used to go to bed at 7PM. That is now a long and distant memory. Right now as I type this it is 8:01PM. Only 29 minutes to go (we hope). For whatever reason this is the time you want to sleep now so hey – we’re going with it.
Sleeping on side: You now sleep on your side like an adult. It’s funny to walk in and see a sleeping baby sleeping like an adult. One night I found you on your belly with ear to the mattress. It’s how I sleep. Sleep sounds good. My eyes are heavy as I type the word sleep. I’d better stop writing about this whole sleep thing or I’ll….zzzzzzzzzzz
Milk In A Cup Is Hilarious: you still hate the bottle. as in…Super Nanny who you took THREE WHOLE bottles from on your first day with can no longer give it to you. You refuse. The other day she and I poured milk in a plastic cup and you gripped a hand on each side and guzzled milk and then would SIGH and pant and then crack up with milk all over your face and bib and then take another sip and do the same thing. It was like a comedy act. An entirely too long comedy act as in…if this milk were in a bottle we would be done by now…but instead we patiently let you take your time. Next time I may bring out the cane and pull you offstage. I am practicing a Sippy cup with you but all you do is chew it and don’t know how to raise it up so it pours down your throat. I sometimes feel like I am programming a robot and testing it out and rewiring you after each experiment. Hopefully that does not sound creepy. Small Wonder.
Manicure Please: every since you were a tiny tiny baby you loved when we file your nails which is exactly what a baby should not like which I find funny. Now you are TOTALLY into it and when you see the nail file you spread your fingers out in a fan and as I file each finger you totally crack up and smile like, “Dude…this whole slave to a baby thing is only getting so much better!” What next…an eyebrow wax?
World’s Cutest Baby: when we are out in public and I free you from your stroller – note the word free – you are the happiest baby in town. You cry cry cry in your stroller and then when I pick you up instantly you are like a prisoner released on bail and you are laughing and smiling and making friend with everyone around you totally putting on the charm. I think you would high five people if you could. Really. Yesterday you flashed a huge gummy to a man with a gold tooth standing on the corner with a meat slicer. You have no enemies. I admire this.
Dad or Bust: I remember feeling like this with my Dad but anytime you are with him you look so happy. Sometimes he will hold you and you will turn your head over to me and look at me and smile and just have that look as in, “Yeah…that’s right. He loves me” and it is cute and adorable. Now give him back.
Swing: you still love the swing in the park crowded with 55 kids per square inch. The place is a madhouse but it is still fun to bring you there. You do this cute thing which is hang your elbow and hand off the side of the swing and yawn as in, “Yeah…I do this all the time” Today they had the sprinklers on and I watched the little ones run in and out of the water screaming. It was so Sesame Street and I got excited for you to one day do the same.
Books: you still LOVE books and we read them all the time. Mostly board books which you chew when you get bored. Get it? Bored? Board? Ba da dum. Today we started something where I lay out the books on the floor and say, “Which book do you want to read? This one? This one? This one?” and then there is a long pause and I watch your eyes carefully look at each one until you reach a hand out and I pick the one you seem to be staring at up. You look TOTALLY shocked when I do this which makes me laugh like, “Woah…she TOTALLY read my mind…”
I love you more and more each day little one. You, Dad and I are total buddies. Thanks for this crazy ride.
xo
