Today marks the end of month 5, and we are still smiling (most days). Your growth the past month has your father and I convinced that you might be a giant. You weigh almost 20 pounds and fill out your clothes very well. Because of your size and increasing quad strength, your dad is as optimistic as ever that you will be walking very soon. You have already started an intensive training program that has been initiated with daily practice standing up unassisted. We’re thinking of skipping the rolling over and sitting up and concentrating exclusively on walking. Rolling over and sitting are less critical for the achievement of your dad’s main goal: potty training. Sooo, start walking, buddy! Time’s a wasting!
You continue to experiment with different tones of voice. This month, you have discovered the high-pitched squeal. The high pitched emission is quite amazing and you are loud enough that you can successfully interrupt my conference calls from the other room. I like to think of it as you are merely expressing your opinion and joining the conversation rather than trying to gain attention. Only time will tell which of these is correct. Your dad is hopeful that puberty succeeds in dropping your voice a few octaves as the squeal is only slightly entertaining to him.
Rattles, stuffed animals, and your floor mat are your favorite toys this month. You will entertain yourself for a significant amount of time with these, allowing us some much needed space and time to maintain some semblance of order in the house. Your hands have become so much more functional this past month and you proactively seek out your favorite toys. However, you tend to be a bit fickle with your toys and like to have new ones introduced on a regular basis. Unlike Simon and Charlie, where your dad and I indulged their desire for a continuous supply of new toys, we have taken to a rotation with yours. So far, you haven’t figured it out and are content with this approach. We’ll see how long it lasts…
Tummy time continues to be a struggle. I eventually had to break your spirit (or so I thought) in order to help you realize that a little bit of time on your tummy really was not the end of the world. I don’t think you believed me and you were convinced that I was the devil who was sent to make your life as miserable as possible. I felt guilty about breaking your spirit for about 2 minutes...until you demonstrated that you are going match my willpower with yours. You see, after your time elapsed, I calmed you down and handed you to your dad. You smiled and giggled at your dad. Then, in one instant you turned to me, looked me in the eye, and delivered the following message: “AAAAHHHHH.” Just as soon as you delivered the one syllable message, complete with pouty lip, you turned immediately back to your dad and returned to your baseline state of laughing. It was a familiar reaction, and one that could be appreciated by your mother who is about as stubborn and opinionated as they come.
My favorite moments this past month have been on Wednesdays. I often fly home from my business trips on Wednesdays. You and your dad have been kind enough to make the trip to the airport to pick me up when I return. The highlight is opening up the car door and seeing you give me the sweetest smile. It makes it all worthwhile. So, thank you, for making me appreciate how lucky I am to have you as my son and for welcoming me home week after week.
Until next month…
Love,
Mom
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