in motion

Lots of big things have been happening to the little thing. It's not nice to call the baby a thing, I suppose. Big things have been happening to him anyway. 

The biggest is that he is mobile. He is slow and stumbly like a short, drunken snake but he manages to get around now. Computers, power cords and cell phones are likely targets of his Drool Ray Gun. Actually he doesn't have a Drool Ray Gun, just a mouth, but it's dangerous nonetheless.

The other big thing is that the boy has croup. Even though this is not 1885, apparently people get the croup. Mostly the croup is caught by younguns and it just means irritation/inflammation of the  upper airway which means he is making gasping/wheezing sounds often. It's scarier sounding than it is.

A few other Big Things: Keaton turned 7 months old (cake was had). Keaton got his first vaccination (DtaP,  cake was had). Keaton's Mom is gaining weight (cake was had).

Other than these big things, life consists mostly of teething biscuits, nursing, naps on the hammock (Keaton with either his Mama or Nana), and occasional trips into the big ole outside world (which will clearly be reduced now that the Swine Flu is on the loose).  It's a good life.

gone with the wind

Keaton spent 8 hours away from me today. It was a first. It hurt. Me, not him. He was in heaven with his Nana, playing with her and her little puppies and with Uncle Ezra, too. But me...

Things happen like: I trip over words and over doorstops because I am moving frantically, hurrying to finish my work so I can get back to the boy.  I imagine him playing without me and my heart hurts that we are separated. Other new Moms are chiller, cooler than me. Other new Moms are happy to have babysitters already. This new Mom is a neurotic, clingy bundle of mush who may be unfit to parent. 

Clearly I will have a most spoiled child because I can do nothing but coo, coddle, comfort.

The good news is, I was able to pump more milk than he took by bottle, so I feel cocky about cheating the system.  The other good news is this: The boy is fast asleep now and for a couple days, at least, I'll get my way and not be parted from him.

not afraid of perfection

There is a voice. A beautiful, sweet voice that is also capable of loud hollering that makes me, the shy mother, uncomfortable.  Uncomfortable but also absolutely in love with the little, loud voice that reverberates in the big yoga room and store warehouse and causes people to look at me (us) warily.  This world is for us.

He is not crawling. He has no teeth. I am okay with all of this. I am okay with him remaining little a little longer. His smile is big. His tolerance of my motherly fumblings is big. His dislike of the carseat, very big. 

Now he is asleep beside me. We have not trained him to sleep other than beside us, and we have not taught him to fall asleep other than while nursing. These are just the mistakes that come to mind.  I'm sure there are more.