There are few things that are more remarkable to watch then a growing baby. It is a bitter sweet process marked by milestones and ever so gentle moments of letting go. This month has been amazing for both you and your brother. It has been a month full of tiny steps towards independence. Your bump squeak crawl – as Dad calls it – serves you well. No one should be fooled – you are speedy and accurate. You have also added the yogic pose of ‘downward facing dog’ to your repertoire. Having had our fill of rescuing your chubby wedged leg from the leg hold trap of the crib bars, we succumbed to the purchase of bumper pads to keep you safe. By the 20th of June, you had acquired two very good teeth, which clink, clink, clink against the glass when you sip water – something you love doing.
You have been out of my belly for the same amount of time you were in it – give or take a few days J. Your eyes are complimented almost daily for their bluer than blue quality, your lashes the envy of all young debutantes, and the soft tufts of blond and strawberry blond hair have at least doubled since your birth. You weigh 20lbs and while I don’t know exactly how tall you are, I know that you can stand at the coffee table and drum your hands on the solid wood surface. But, how can these trivial descriptions of your physicality even begin to convey the lightness and love sent out of your eyes when you smile? Or, the way your giggle rolls in waves pitching high and rumbling low? That you are simply unable to resist any wire, knob, electrical outlet, door hinge, strap, plant, piece of jewelry, lock of hair or toy that rests in the hands of your brother? That you screech with protest and anger when I remove something from your hand that you have not finished exploring? Or the spirit lifting sounds you make when you speak – “Hi, Hi Ya, Ya, Ya!”
If I had to name one trait that I love about you now it would be that you simply don’t want to miss a thing. You are a sponge and you are constantly seeking things to take in.
It is truly a wonderful quality and yet sometimes it prevents you from getting the true rest that you need. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs with sleep. I’ve spent nights rubbing your back, talking to you, and feeding you all with the aim of getting you back to sleep. Sometimes you wake up and you look around. Your eyes are clearly asking me “what’s going on? What have I missed?” You still tease us with your sleep – sometimes getting up three and four times a night. But on July 9th, you slept right through to almost 6:30am with only one bottle from Dad at 11pm.
It was another busy month. We started packing up our house on the 15th of June. Then on July 1st you, Aunti Ros, Sloane and I took a trip to the Sunshine coast to visit Aunti Gioia. Aunti Ros and I call Gioia’s haven the place of sleeping babies. It is a serene and restful home looking over the Strait of Georgia in Gibsons. We spent four days and three nights visiting with Gioia, Craig, Matthew, Kyle, George, Doreen and Aunti Gioia’s friend Laurel. Being away from the responsibilities and commitment of home, it was the way motherhood should be. We followed the routines and schedules of you and Sloane giving over to a rhythm that works best. Resting when you rest, playing when you play. It ended all too soon but as always I vowed not to let the time between visits stretch too long and look forward to the next trip when we will also visit Aunti Diane.
Your relationships with your family are clearly growing stronger. Aunti Ros and I make an effort to see one another on a regular basis – almost weekly – so I’m sure you recognize both her and Sloane. These visits are wonderful as you also get to see Granny and Grandpa – who calls you ‘the little wrestler.’ Seeing Corbin makes you smile always and Daddy is still the person who can make you giggle the loudest and longest. Your brother has had his own milestones this month. He is officially potty trained and he went on his first date – two rites of passage that will be blogged about soon.
As our move date draws near, I am getting more excited about our new space. Your Dad and I have spent many nights over glasses of wine talking, planning & dreaming about our new house and yard and how we will remake it our own. We have talked about garden railways, spa bathrooms, outdoor dining areas, sand boxes, play houses and Japanese gardens. We are dreaming our future and yours. By the time I write your 10month post we will be in our new house and you will have your very own room – something I think you will be as pleased about as Corbin is to be getting his own room. Until then, Binoo, keep looking, seeing, hearing, talking and moving – but don’t you dare grow up too soon.
All my love,