Wednesday, May 30th, 2012
The facilitator of my New Moms’ Group said a few weeks ago that motherhood is about celebrating and mourning all at the same time. We’re celebrating new milestones but also mourning the past stages. And, it’s true. I get excited when Henry grows into a new size, but really sad when I fold up a tiny pair of pants that he no longer fits into. I love having a baby that is almost mobile, but I miss the days that he was just perfectly content to snuggle. I want him to stay little forever and I want to watch him grow into a little boy all at the same time.
I’ve been struggling with writing the past couple monthly posts, so instead I think I’ll keep track of things that I don’t want to forget each month. The things that we’re celebrating. It’s easier for me, somehow.
I never want to forget how Henry blows raspberries when he’s super tired. I wore him in the Ergo at church on Easter and just as he was starting to fall asleep, I could hear him blowing tiny raspberries.
We were out and about the other day and came home to find the landscapers working on our yard. He was super sleepy, but I knew that if I put him down that the sounds of the lawnmower and leaf blower would scare him (he’s pretty sensitive to sounds). I held him in my arms and we sat on the couch for a bit. He just leaned his head up against my chest and fell asleep.
He’s rarely fussy, but when he is, he’ll instantly quiet if I start to sing, “There is a Mama that has a boy, and Henry is his…”
We started solids a couple weeks ago and he’s a big fan of eating his veggies. So much so that he often “practices” eating. Last week, he was talking up a storm so I tried to take a little video to send to Bill. Instead, this is what I got.
At our Sign Language class, we sing a welcome song to each baby. Henry BEAMS when he hears, “Hello Henry. Hello Henry. Hello Henry, we’re happy you are here.”
He’s still a bit young to begin signing on his own, but when I’m feeding him, I’ll ask he wants more while doing the sign. Most of the time, he’ll smile back at me and bang the tray of his highchair. Not sure if I can count that as his first sign, but I’m pretty sure he’s asking for more.
He’s a super talkative guy at home, but really shy when we’re out and about. We went to a baby shower earlier this month where he really didn’t make a peep the entire time we were there. When we got in the car to head home, he started chatting happily. Almost as if to say, “I have SO MUCH to tell you, Mama!”