Monday, January 23, 2012

Daily Jamie

Here is a six-month-old baby who loves his cereal.  And bananas.  And corn puffs.  And milk.  He comes by his enthusiasm for food honestly, and I couldn't be more proud.  He loves to sleep next to his parents, on his side with his face smooshed into his pillow.  Life is getting more interesting, though, and it's a real struggle to get him to fall asleep.  He's too much of a big boy to even relax and doze off in his mommy's arms anymore.  The pacifier helps; he loves that too.  The kid spends literally hours every day examining the thing, putting it into his mouth at different angles.  Indeed everything within reach goes into his mouth.  It's like a third hand or something, the way he uses it to experience the world.  He loves his papa.  The Swede is the funniest person on the planet and they already have inside jokes.  And his laugh is the best thing I've ever heard.  This baby loves to run his fingers through his papa's hair gently.  Mine is longer and even more fun.  He's always twisting it up into his fists and yanking.  He has a perfect place to do this on my left shoulder, his favorite spot.  I wish I could hold him every minute, but he's a heavy one and needs his exercise, so he spends a lot of time rolling around on his playmat.  He wants to crawl, but his arms just aren't in it yet and I'm fine with that.  Lord knows as soon as he's done being a baby he'll be done being a baby forever.  And these six months have already gone by way too fast.   

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