Wednesday, March 15, 2006

And We're Back!

So the germ storm seems to have passed. That is the good news. The ..... other news is that John remains a toothess, hairless baby that refuses to sit up OR crawl even a little bit. He also has decided that yes, any time between 2 and 4 a.m. is a good time to call (scream) for mommy or daddy to save him from the banal chore that is uninterrupted sleep.

I have done all the reading, I know "the experts" say that between 6 and 9 months is a prime time for infants to develop separation anxiety, and to realize that the world does not stop turning while they sleep. So Johnny thinks we are partying while he snoozes and he wants in on the action. This would all be fine if Johnny could help us fold the laundry that we save for our rockin' free time, or push the vacuum or load the dishwasher. Alas, he cannot. So why not just stay asleep, boyfriend? Trust me, it's better for everyone if you do! Unless of course, "the experts" want to come over and clean our house while we soothe you.

And as if the sudden return to shoddy night sleep weren't ENOUGH of a slap in the face, my little boy has concurrently developed a naps, schmaps attitude. I'd be okay with this if he wasn't so CLEARLY sleep deprived.

In summary, I'M SO FREAKING TIRED. GEEZ.

I said I'd come back with a better attitude. Let me talk awhile about the cute things that my son does in a cheap effort to spare his little self from being flushed down the toilet.
  1. Talking. So much talking. We talk quite a bit about dadadada, and sometimes there are lengthy discussions about bababa. Mostly, it's all dada all the time. T is very proud.
  2. Laughing. Johnny thinks it is HYSTERICAL when other people giggle, and will set off a chain reaction of giggling reminiscent of dorky teenagers 'round a nitrous tank. It's awesome.
  3. Loud pooping. Doesn't sound cute on the face of it and it certainly doesn't SMELL cute, but we're talking about the during here, rather than the after, and trust me- the during is cute!
  4. Playtime in the exersaucer. There is much jumping around, spinning and studious examination of all the attached goodies. To watch those stubby, little (delicious) fingers grab and strain for anything within reach is charming. To see that little person lean all the way backwards to see what is behind him rather than turn around for god's sake is wonderful. He's not slow, he's creative!

Here is the creative, toothless and hairless little darling not sitting up unsupported or trying to crawl away during a recent photo shoot for grampa's birthday present. Don't worry, he KNOWS the Blackhawks suck, he's just humoring grampa. And he does TOO have a neck. It's just the weird angles.



If it isn't exactly clear, I love him to distraction. Complete distraction.

1 Comments:

Blogger Nancy said...

Hey Kel-
Weezie never crawled. She just (eventually) scooted around on her butt. My sister-in-law Karen pointed out to me when Jon wasn't crawling -"babies who don't crawl can't develop their reading skills later" at which point I advised her that Weezie reads. A lot. So, he is probably not crawling because of his Weezie genes. He will crawl. And read. And Jon of the thick hair had a head like a cueball until about a year old, remember? I used to get all bummed when people said he looked like a Cabbage Patch Doll. But seriously, he did. Glad your germs are gone, springtime is coming!~

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