Little Dude, what a banner month this has been. And I almost mean that.
The beginning of this month was 14 consecutive days of you being sick. Not a great way to kick it off, huh? You had some sort of strange (yet mild) case of RSV that made you snotty, drooly and coughy all at the same time. And, of course, all of these put together made you spit up everything you had consumed in the last two hours at least seven times a day. You dad and I became masters of burping you over a towel – to the point there was always an errant (yet well placed) towel on the floor in each and every room in the house. And I swear we did laundry nine times a day for those two weeks. You coughed so much you got hoarse and sounded like a bad imitation of Brenda Vacarro.
On top of all of this, two (TWO!) teeth decided to make an appearance at the same time. I believe we now own stock in Infant Tylenol. And perhaps a vineyard in California. But there were only two days out of that two weeks that you weren’t your smiley, Hey Life’s A Party self. Amazing.
In better news, you are rolling over both ways – all the time – but you still love a good play session on your back when we tickle your tummy. You love being on your tummy to look at all the silly things in your room and have started to do this goofy contortion move to try to turn yourself around. It’s as if you are going to turn over to your back, but then you curl up into a fetal position with the one arm underneath you stretched out behind you…then you violently thrust yourself straight again and somehow you’ve magically turned yourself five degrees. After nine or ten of those moves you’ve rotated enough to view another set of toys. Whatever. It’s workin’ for ya and we know soon enough you’ll be scooting around and, Oh, G-d, that’s when the real trouble begins.
Your Dodi and Zayde gave you a fabulous new toy for your first Hanukah that, stealing a phrase from BestFriendWendy, is now referred to as The Circle of Neglect. You love being in it and we love that you love being in it because it gives our arms a rest. I’m not sure how you keep your head from spinning off what with all the crap on this thing, but you love it and that’s awesome. I’m fairly certain the computer on this thing could change satellite rotations for NASA.
There is nothing you love more than when you wake up from your nap and see your sister, The Swimmy, peering down over your crib and ready to play with you. You smile with your whole face and begin wiggling as if you might take flight. Then she comes running to announce your wakefulness and the games begin. I’m sorta convinced she wakes you up sometimes just to play with you, but that’s seems to be okay with you for the time being. I have to admit, I think she’s pretty cool, too. You could wake up to worse faces.
And speaking of taking flight, you have a signature move that is both hilarious and completely g-ddamned frustrating all at the same time. We have no official name for it other than “the g-ddamned flapping”, but here it is. If you would kindly stop it while we’re changing your diaper, I’d surely appreciate it.
Little Man, you continue to be a complete ray of sunshine with your silly, slightly toothless smile and how you get excited over every little thing. Daddy and I couldn’t have asked for a better little boy. And it doesn’t hurt that you smell like cake. Forgive me if I nibble your cheeks all the time, but I really like cake. We love you –
Month Six. Done.