Four Months
Holy cow, where has another month gone? With Karl gone for a week, then Henry starting with the nanny last week, February just disappeared. It's funny to think that we don't have a "new" baby anymore -- we have a big, hunky four month old.
A month ago, we were gearing up for Henry's first plane trip, rolling over, and my return to work. The first plane trip was a success, even though the baby picked up his first cold, notwithstanding the fact that I was totally that crazy lady who packed Clorox wipes in a baggie and wiped down our airplane seats. He's rolling like a champ, though he doesn't use the skill to any particular advantage. And I've been back at work for three days. It's been rough. That's all I can say about it for now.
Our wild man is ready for action all the time. No more endless snuggles and lying around on the couch. We watched the entire first season of Glee in about a week in December. Now getting through a single episode involves me lying on the floor with Henry, rotating between ten different toys, flying him like an airplane, and trying to coax the dog close enough that Henry can try to chew on her. He has very definite opinions on what is fun or funny, and when you get it right, he rewards you with a big jolly-man laugh. Rowdy play, crazy bright toys (I'm talking about you, Acid Trip Moose), splashing in the bath, and making funny faces are in. Lights and headboards are so out.
It is amazing to me how Henry is constantly learning new things about his body, and yet still has so little control over it. Ten minutes after I put him to bed last night, he started screaming bloody murder. I raced back in to find him flipped over, rotated 90 degrees, with both legs through the crib slats all the way up to the diaper. Okay, time for Mommy to put the bumpers on, but still -- how did he do that in just a few minutes? And if he can get himself into that position, how on Earth can he not get himself out? Similarly, he loves his fingers, loves to chew on them, suck on them, wiggle them around, stare at them until he goes cross-eyed. And yet he has no idea that he has toes, even though I show them to him and play "This Little Piggy" every day. Learning to be human is such a funny process.
A month ago, we were gearing up for Henry's first plane trip, rolling over, and my return to work. The first plane trip was a success, even though the baby picked up his first cold, notwithstanding the fact that I was totally that crazy lady who packed Clorox wipes in a baggie and wiped down our airplane seats. He's rolling like a champ, though he doesn't use the skill to any particular advantage. And I've been back at work for three days. It's been rough. That's all I can say about it for now.
Our wild man is ready for action all the time. No more endless snuggles and lying around on the couch. We watched the entire first season of Glee in about a week in December. Now getting through a single episode involves me lying on the floor with Henry, rotating between ten different toys, flying him like an airplane, and trying to coax the dog close enough that Henry can try to chew on her. He has very definite opinions on what is fun or funny, and when you get it right, he rewards you with a big jolly-man laugh. Rowdy play, crazy bright toys (I'm talking about you, Acid Trip Moose), splashing in the bath, and making funny faces are in. Lights and headboards are so out.
It is amazing to me how Henry is constantly learning new things about his body, and yet still has so little control over it. Ten minutes after I put him to bed last night, he started screaming bloody murder. I raced back in to find him flipped over, rotated 90 degrees, with both legs through the crib slats all the way up to the diaper. Okay, time for Mommy to put the bumpers on, but still -- how did he do that in just a few minutes? And if he can get himself into that position, how on Earth can he not get himself out? Similarly, he loves his fingers, loves to chew on them, suck on them, wiggle them around, stare at them until he goes cross-eyed. And yet he has no idea that he has toes, even though I show them to him and play "This Little Piggy" every day. Learning to be human is such a funny process.
So much to do and learn, so little time.
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