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Jul. 17th, 2009 02:30 pmThe Darling Dixon loves me so much, he feels he must awaken at 11, midnight, 3:30 and 6, just to be with me. Every night, it's some variation of this routine, although the midnight and 3:30 wakeups are sometimes moved to 1 and 4.
This makes mommy very, very tired. It's hard to be angry, though, when the cause of my great sleep debt (shall we call it a toxic asset?) is so heart breakingly cute. See?
I cannot resist a baby in blue jeans. I almost took a photo of him crawling, just to have a shot of that adorable little blue-jean'd bottom. Nine months old, 22.5 lbs, two teeth. He's trying to stand up, holding on to any vertical surface he comes across. Alas, this means he has something of a perma-bruise on his forehead. He doesn't give up, though!
And then there's Samuel, who has become Little Mr. Chatterbox. Babble, babble babble, all the time. Bedtime is 8 o'clock, but I listen to his chatter until 9:15 almost every evening. He understands now that objects and people have names, and is doing very well with labelling. He still loves his alphabet, and will spend a good while reading to himself or spelling aloud. The best advancement for him lately, though, is 2- and 3-word sentences. The bad news is, when I'm around, his topic of choice is often "boobies". Yesterday morning, he said, "mama boobie Dix mik!" "Mommy's boobies make milk for Dixon?" I asked for clarification. "Yes!" He replied with an emphatic nod. He's a nutty, button-pushing two year-old, but Samuel is also bright, energetic and a very sweet little boy, with a great sense of humor and a musical laugh. Like the haircut? I think I'm getting the hang of it.
This makes mommy very, very tired. It's hard to be angry, though, when the cause of my great sleep debt (shall we call it a toxic asset?) is so heart breakingly cute. See?
I cannot resist a baby in blue jeans. I almost took a photo of him crawling, just to have a shot of that adorable little blue-jean'd bottom. Nine months old, 22.5 lbs, two teeth. He's trying to stand up, holding on to any vertical surface he comes across. Alas, this means he has something of a perma-bruise on his forehead. He doesn't give up, though!
And then there's Samuel, who has become Little Mr. Chatterbox. Babble, babble babble, all the time. Bedtime is 8 o'clock, but I listen to his chatter until 9:15 almost every evening. He understands now that objects and people have names, and is doing very well with labelling. He still loves his alphabet, and will spend a good while reading to himself or spelling aloud. The best advancement for him lately, though, is 2- and 3-word sentences. The bad news is, when I'm around, his topic of choice is often "boobies". Yesterday morning, he said, "mama boobie Dix mik!" "Mommy's boobies make milk for Dixon?" I asked for clarification. "Yes!" He replied with an emphatic nod. He's a nutty, button-pushing two year-old, but Samuel is also bright, energetic and a very sweet little boy, with a great sense of humor and a musical laugh. Like the haircut? I think I'm getting the hang of it.
