3. something you adore
My baby the glum butterfly.
twinkle twinkle happiness.
A fun little project I’m going to try to do. I’m going to start by playing catch-up.
Happy four months, Nicander. You let me nuzzle you a thousand times a day. My kisses and my songs make you giggle and so does watching your father do “silly yoga” every morning. Sometimes I wish this would last forever, but by now I also know that this just gets better and better; you’re going to be such a cool kid to be around.
Eight days a week, I love you, eight days a week, is not enough to show I care.
Nick found his thumbs.
In the past few weeks he found them and lost them several times. Yesterday he experimented with the left and the right, sucking furiously, loudly and sloppily. Today he decided he probably prefers the left. I sucked my left thumb, too. I didn’t couldn’t wouldn’t quit until I was 8 (or 9?) and got a retainer to orthodontically realign my jaw. My left thumb was a bit thinner than my right from all the sucking. I’m not even kidding. Of course, now I’m wondering if we should have given the poor kid a pacifier after all. At least that way we could have helped him give it up at some point, like “lets go to the post office and send it to a baby who needs it, you don’t anymore because you’re a Big Boy now. Here, have a lollipop”. Can’t do that with a thumb.
He looks very tranquil, though, doesn’t he?