What has Hayden so enthralled? What else . . .
Yeah, we’re raisin’ him right. Maybe we won’t need that college savings fund.
What did you expect? Thanks to Aunt Brookie for the adorable penguin booties. They’re the first “shoes” he’s worn. They stay on pretty well, too—a lot better than socks with the way he’s been kicking lately.
It’s how the saying goes, isn’t it? I took these this week. I couldn’t resist—cherries were on sale.
I like what Mark Bittman has to say about cherries in How to Cook Everything: “There’s an occasional one or two in the batch that makes us pause and think, ‘Oh. Now I remember why I love these.’ But these days the fact is that a bowl of cherries is a lot like life—fairly mundane, with some high spots” (630).
Hayden has learned to make the fishy face. Here’s an okay illustration of his newest talent:
(It’s so hard to catch these faces with a digital camera; they’re so fleeting!)
Speaking of fish babies, I hope we’ll get to take Hayden swimming soon. There’s a church swim party next Tuesday, but I’m afraid it won’t start until too close to Hayden’s bedtime. Ryan and I will have to take him some Friday, or maybe when our families are in town.
Glub glub glub!
“Ah ha!”
“Actually…”
Yep, the little professor.
This is how my baby gets to sleep most of the time: sucking his fingers. I’m so excited that he’s chosen these two fingers:
It’s a little “I love you” sign! My mom thought I was crazy but I love this. I mean, it’s my preverbal baby telling me he loves me. Kinda gets you right here.
How does a preverbal baby tell you he loves you? Lately I’ve noticed a few ways Hayden says “I love you” without actually saying it.
When Hayden was younger, especially the first two months or so, it was tough because I never seemed to get any kind of feedback from him. It seemed he acted the same way with just about anyone. (Unless, of course, he was hungry, in which case he screamed loudest of all with me because he was growing impatient and knew I was supposed to be feeding him.)
When Hayden was just over two months, I complained to a friend with a then-two-week-old. “Oh, my baby definitely knows who I am,” she interrupted. “He’ll scream and scream for my husband, but he always calms right down when I have him.”
Oh. Right. Well, then. I guess I didn’t need any sympathy, anyway. But three months later, it’s (finally) becoming more and more obvious that I’m Baby’s favorite person. I might even go so far as to say that he loves me!