Hi Bean!
Sorry this month's entry is a little late...it hasn't been the best month health-wise. You had your first cold, your first ear infection, your first diarrhea, then your mother and I got sick, and it just wouldn't let up. You actually seemed to be the least affected of all of us - heck, it was actually easier for you to poop, and you got a little irritated when we kept wiping and suctioning your nose, but I guess our bigger bodies get bigger aches and pains. Talk about being a baby.
It all started in March, if you can believe it, when I had to skip Grampa and uncle Matt's rotisserie league draft, a yearly tradition around these parts. When you're old enough to understand (and get the 70's reference), you'll be flattered that their team name this year is Carly's Angels (which we stole for trivia night a week before.
One big development for this month has been that you've gotten much stronger - your neck is strong enough to hold your head up now so it doesn't flop around. You're still adorably wobbly when we hold you up (you can't quite sit up by yourself) but you definitely have control over your head. It's hard to describe exactly how rewarding it is to be walking from the sink to the nursery, look up, and see your cute little eyes following me from halfway across the apartment. And you're even smiling for the camera now!
You're doing an outstanding job at school, according to your teachers. They all comment on what a good listener you are (as if you're going to start participating in conversations about world events - on second thought, it's probably best that you don't. Don't ask.) and apparently, tales of your naps became the stuff of legend within a few weeks of you starting. I introduced myself to the mother of one of your classmates around mid-month, and she said "Oh, you're HER father! She's a great napper!". I confess, it's true. You seem to have inherited mommy's nighttime genes (falling asleep early and most anywhere) and daddy's morning genes (not wanting to wake up). In fact, both you and mommy fell asleep in the car on the way down to Lola's house, and if there were some way I could have taken a 360°-picture to capture both of you, peacefully snozzling away and lolling off to one side, I absolutely would have done it. Instead I'll have to content myself with the mental snapshot I took, because it was truly a like mother, like daughter moment.
This past month also brought the news that we'll be moving into a MUCH bigger place. We like the place we're in, but it's not safe for you, apparently - there's lead in the paint and the walls and the pipes or something. At first we had trouble believing that you'd crawl around chewing the baseboard, but after seeing the cute 6-month-old on the train last weekend attempting to fit the entire handle of her CAR SEAT in her mouth (that was one ambitious child), we now don't doubt that a bit. Especially now that you've begun your oral phase - not only can you bat at things, but you can grab them fairly well and put them into your mouth. Which is all good and well when it's one of our fingers, or a bottle (BEHOLD MY MANUAL DEXTERITY), but not so good when it's the broken glass, muddy old galoshes and rat poison we leave lying around. (joking) (the galoshes are new)
The best thing about the new place is that it has onetwothreefourFIVE bedrooms. As opposed to the one and a half we have now. It's just not the best setup to have your small, closetless, drafty room all the way across the apartment from us. We like having you CLOSE!
So this month's entry has gone from being a little late to a lot late. So much to catch up on...
Love,
Daddy
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