Since I put the black plastic bags on your windows to extend the night, it is nearly impossible to see anything in there, and so I check on you by light of iphone. I feel silly, but you look so sweet by digital cell phone light. I look in on you every night before I drift of to sleep with thoughts of how you are such a miracle and a blessing. My heart wells up when I look at you sleeping.
You have a stuffed dinosaur hanging on your crib, a gift from Jen, one of those with a plastic handle you pull and it plays a lullaby as it scrunches back up. You found it the other day after a long nap. I had heard nothing from you but that lullaby playing. It was a little creepy, I have to say.
Father’s Day found most members of our family giving gifts of you. I gave your daddy three photos of you guys at the beach framed for his new office. Daddy gave Aunt Chris and Papou a picture of you. Your Aunt Chris gave two pictures of you to Daddy and three to Papou. Yia-yia gave Papou a digital picture frame with lots of pictures, mostly of you. Your daddy and I joked that images of you should be our gift-giving domain.
Yesterday we were all up early enough so that Daddy could go on our morning neighborhood walk with us. At some point during the walk, you reached over and grabbed his finger and held it for several blocks, looking up every once in a while with a gaze of gratitude that Daddy was on this trek with us.
You LOVE my Crocs, but they are dirty and gross, and I don’t let you play with them. Today I got out your Crocs, another hand-me-down from Aunt Jates and your cousins. You were HI-larious with those on your feet. I held your hands and you tried to walk, lifting your feet very high with each step and looking down to see if you could figure out what was different. After a few trippy steps, you sat down and tried to pull them off your feet. Not so crazy about shoes, just yet. Me either, lil man.
Yesterday afternoon we got out the little red wagon Mammy and Papa gave you (and each grandchild) after you were born. You loved it, but you are such a daredevil, refusing to sit down as I pulled you around the yard. It made me nervous, afraid you would spill out onto the driveway right before my eyes, so this little distraction did not last very long. I think Daddy needs to outfit your wagon hoo-ride with a safety belt of some sort, since you need to be tied down to sit still these days.
