This weekend you passed the 7-month mark.
Daddy, Eddie, and I were supposed to be in Chicago on the day you turned 7 months, but instead we all were exhausted and fighting colds (you too), so we stayed home. All of a sudden I looked at you and said, “hey! you’re 7 months old today, Bird!”
And you flashed me one of your brief, mega-smiles.
You are at the most unbelievably awesome age.
Around most people you are a quiet observer, but around family and those you know and love, you are full of smiles and coos and belly laughs.
Every day it amazes me how similar yet vastly different you as a baby are than what having Eddie as a baby was like.
I know I compare you guys all the time, but I was not prepared for what Eddie was as a baby (a tiny version of all my attitude and moodiness), so with you, I was prepared for fickle, crying, high emotion (no matter what the emotion, with Eddie it was turned up to 11…still is), and the excitement that is EVERYTHING.
While you resemble your brother, you have your own way.
I recognize the baby stages of teething, putting everything in your mouth, grasping, and so on. But the way you go through them is just different.
You are quieter. More observant.
But you want to grab EVERYTHING.
Eddie was content with whatever 2 or 3 toys we put in front of him. Not you. You want the whole basket of toys and you want to empty it yourself.
They you grunt until we fill it back up so you can do it all over again.
While you love to put all the things in your mouth, you definitely prefer soft things…like the leather ears on the wooden dog stacker thing or the tag on your puppy.
See those keys? Eddie jammed them down his throat and choked himself repeatedly so we had to take them away.
You are obsessed with “figuring them out”. Oh you gum them, but it’s not a “see if you can fit all of them in your mouth at once” game. It’s a “huh. these are not all the same. why is that? eh, I’ll taste them” type of experience.
You are sitting completely unassisted. Although you will get yourself back on your tummy or back because your mode of transportation involves rolling and flailing.
I know if you decided to you could get yourself from your tummy to sitting. But you just don’t seem to care about that right now. You are perfectly content to have us set you on your booty–criss cross applesauce–where you can watch your brother’s antics and smile at all of us and clap your hands in approval.
While getting you to look up from what you are doing to smile for the camera is impossible, I wish I could show you the cute smiles you give. You have a million faces that you pull.
You have a flirty half-smile I see you give Renae and daycare.
You have the toothy grin you give me when you haven’t seen me all day…or for five minutes.
You have the giant smile paired with the happy “growl” you do when you see daddy because he tends to bury his face in your next and make growly noises. It’s hilarious that you identify him by this sound.
You have your giggle smile when we tickle you…because you are SO ticklish!
You have concentration face where your face gets all squishy and your cheeks get droopy and you won’t look away from what you are “figuring out”.
You have the “bird lip” face where it seems that you are looking at us like we are all fools and you know better.
You have the eye twinkle with just a hint of a smirk that makes us believe that you may just become the “naughty” one. Or the “smart” one. Or both.
You really don’t cry much. You yell at us in anger, frustration, hunger, and sleepiness, but you don’t cry much
Although if we take too long to respond to your anger? You might cry.
But really, even your mad face is so adorable.
And while you can totally sit on your own, you are VERY into grabbing ALL THE THINGS. And sometimes that means you reach just a tad too far.
But you know what? We let you reach just beyond your grasp. Even if it means you fall.
Oh we scoop you right up, but then we encourage you to go for that thing again.
And you do.
You are definitely strong-willed and determined.
I like that.
I know I will NOT like it a LOT while you are growing up, but those are incredible things to have as an adult.
You and Eddie share a fierce independent streak, but again, they manifest themselves so differently.
While Eddie is not a risk-taker and needs us to fall asleep (still!) and never wanted to hold his own bottle, you fall asleep when you’re tired and grab the bottle and get the job done on your own.
Eddie wants so badly to be a big boy. He always has. He wants to play with the big kids, go to school, and move it move it! By seven months he was pulling up to his knees and getting ready to crawl.
You have zero interest in these things. You seem to be enjoying babyhood. Your now.
You let us snuggle you and play toys with you. You’re not determined to do the next milestone, but instead laugh and play and enjoy the one you’re in.
Eddie needs us for 3 seconds to warm up to a situation and then any hint of shy leaves his body. You are more reserved. You are quiet longer. You don’t just jump into smiling and babbling at just anyone.
I don’t keep track of your stats like I did with Eddie.
That was a new mom thing, I think.
It’s not that I am neglecting remembering you though.
With Eddie I had to cling to the stats because I was sick. I wasn’t the mom I could have been.
With you, I don’t need the stats to remember you. I soak up your baby-ness every day. I breathe in your smell and smooch your baby fat.
I did these things with Eddie too…but because of being sick, it was hard to sort the good from the not as good. And I can’t remember them so well anymore because even the happy happened in a fog of ick.
With you, I am doing so much better.
I don’t know how much you weigh or how long you are.
But I do know that your fingers are short and stubby compared to Eddie’s long, delicate fingers he had.
I don’t really keep track of what solids I give you or if I am on “track” or whatever.
But I do know you enjoy food as much as your brother did, even if it took you longer to understand the weird new texture in your mouth.
I don’t know what percentile you’re in.
But I do know that your once delicate features have grown plump and round and so very nommable.
Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that your existing could make me a better mother all around.
I was afraid I wouldn’t have enough love.
I was afraid you would take away from Eddie in an irreparable way.
Oh it hasn’t all been rainbows and easy days around here since your arrival, but there have definitely been more sunny days than rainy days.
More smiles than tears.
My sickness is still there lurking, but I am doing much better at managing it.
You and your brother and your daddy pull me through and make me whole.
I can’t believe seven months have gone by so fast.
And at the same time, I can’t imagine you not being here.
Did that time really exist?
Somehow I think no.
You were always here with us.
In some way.
The monthly comparison….
you two are brothers indeed.
And I love you fiercely with ever fiber of my heart and soul and mind.
xxoo <3 Mommy