We ushered July 14, one month after June 14, in with stuffy noses and head colds. The household is passing it around, and it 'finally' caught little Rowdy. And here is motherhood: sitting on the floor of a steamy, greenhouse, hot-water-running-out-of-the-shower bathroom, looking through instagram and clipping your toenails, while your face melts off and hair frizzes, so that your kid can sleep comfortably upright in his swing (which is crammed with you in the bathroom) and hopefully get his nose drained and unplugged... and not wanting to be anywhere else in the entire world. Being genuinely as happy as you've ever been. Not to mention when he wakes up and looks around and freaks out a little, until he hears you say "You're alright buddy, I'm right here. Sssshh." and feels you pat his belly causing him to relax and peacefully fall back asleep. "Shining, shimmering, spleeen-did."
99 (since he is 99th percentile for height)
RowdyRays (or RowdyRaze? Or RowdyRaise? Or RowdyReyes?)
// The way he rubs his fist back and forth near my collar bone while he's eating
// He'd had an abnormally rough night when we took him to Charlottesville with GrandmaBear + Aunt Bear to pick up Aunt Shannon from soccer camp. He finally fell asleep for good but we had to wake him up to check-out of the hotel and carry on with our trip. Usually he grunts and fidgets when he wakes up (and, oh, I love those grunts and fidgets) but that morning he just looked right at me and smiled. A sweet, rested, genuinely happy smile. I got chills looking at his beautiful grinning face.
// Daddy wrote Rowdy a "Triumphal Entry" song that he would play "for him" while I was pregnant. Now Rowdy will sit on dad's lap and watch his hands and fingers move back and forth and listen to the music. I love when I don't know that's what they're doing together, but then all of a sudden hear the faint sound of piano coming from the basement.
// I adore when he farts in bed. My little oven heart heats up when I hear my smooth breathing, rosy-cheeked, clean, wrapped, pajama-ed son "toot. toot. pfffft. toottoottoot" in his sleep.
// In his room, over his changing table, are 20 empty frames hung in a grid. Daddy did his part and immaculately hung them. Mama needs to do her part and fill the frames with Rowdy's grandfathers and uncles. Nonetheless, Rowdy thinks the frames are the best. He coos more for the frames than he does me. And his legs kick and kick and kick and KICK, like an eager puppy wagging his tail. It's so cute to watch him get all riled up with excitement!
// He loves warm baths and sca-reams when the water is too cold ;) Apparently that is VERY offensive. He'd sit in the bath all day if I let him.
// Rowdy is really strong. He's been holding his head up since hours after his birth. And he can hold his back up and "stand" on his legs, if we provide him the balance. It makes me so proud!
// Flexibility was always an important part of our family's 'structure' and Caleb and I wanted Rowdy to share that trait as well. In his first month of life he's been to two weddings, Harper's Ferry, Gettysburg, Charlottesville, 4th of July fireworks, a Nat's game, the Hagerstown Outlets, Costco, Target, Trader Joe's and a variety of restaurants (Chipotle, Longhorn, Bizou, Redwood, Beans in the Belfry). He's a grand little traveler so far!
// Taking daddy's place in bed when he leaves for work. I go to sleep at night looking forward to morning so Rowdy can snuggle in with me :)
// His ear fur. It's darling and elfish and weird and my favorite.
// The smacking sounds when he sucks his fingers
// The way Rowdy "looks at" the pictures while we read. Oof it is dear.
// The way he throws his arms over his head "tooooucccchhhdooowwwwn!" style when he's waking up from a deep sleep. Which is often. He's an incredible sleeper. At least this month he is! Keep it up, 99.
// Watching Caleb play and talk in his "baby voice" to and pace in circles with and enjoy our son.
Favorite Pictures That Didn't Make Social Media
One day we're just a guy sleeping with a baby blanket (so it will smell like us) and a bulbous'n'waddly girl...