You did it! You now have a tiny sliver of your right bottom tooth sticking out from your gum. At first, I could only feel it. Now I can see it in certain lights and angles. No word yet from its tooth brethren. I was starting to think I’d be pureeing your steak for the next five years. (Or, you know, more steak for me.) But now, tooth! (Also, we don’t eat much steak. This isn’t really steak country.)
You are also SUPER into pulling up. Not yet on furniture, but on people. You will be sitting and practically lunge at my hands. You want to be up, Up, UP. You stand up for minutes at a time if someone holds you. You love it. You haven’t really taken any steps yet, but at this rate, you may just skip crawling.
Your love affair with food continues. You have discovered the colorful world of puffs and they are your everything. The subtleties of the snack pack container currently elude you, but you will not be denied. You cram a few puffs in your fist at once and then work them out to your mouth. It is quite the operation. Your love affair with puffs has, of course, rekindled your brother’s previously dormant desire for puffs. Choline for everyone! Including the floor. Especially the floor. These things are like a magnet for the feets.
You are becoming pretty sensitive about noticing that you do not have what others have. “I have apple bits, but you have apple slice! Unfair!!” Things like this. I promise to try to provide you with as many developmentally appropriate equivalents as possible, but as my mom always says, life isn’t fair.
You’ve been bunking in our room because of Nana’s visit. I’d endure much more to spend time with Nana, but I’ll be glad for you to go back to your room. Man, you make some noise at night. First, there is the serious leg jackknifing. Then, in the early morning hours, you start conducting your own talk show. I don’t know what it’s about or who your guests are, but everyone sounds pretty happy. A few times I know I’ve fed you when I probably wouldn’t have usually, just to get you to wrap up your set. Maybe you and your brother will be ready to try bunking together for our next guests this spring. (We opted not to try this visit after Munich when your brother would scream “MACKLES” at your crib once you finally settled down.)
Speaking of your brother, the Stockholm syndrome continues. You look at him like a brainwashed cult member. James commented that some highlights of your day were being tackled by Henry. You don’t always love being manhandled, but you do love your brother. One of my favorite parts of the day is at bedtime when Henry tells you goodnight and “I’ll love you in the morning.” This seems to be Henry’s mashup of hearing “I love you” and “I’ll see you in the morning.” This could definitely be a new family phrase.
Your brother just started day care a few mornings each week. This means that you and I have some quality togetherness time to take on Rome. Unfortunately, I’ve been developing some soreness in my side after wearing you in your carrier, but I never let silly little things like that stop me. Let’s see what mischief we can get up to.