he is almost eight months old.  he has a halo of golden blonde hair and blue eyes and the biggest smile.  he wiggles in a dance whenever he hears music.  he chewed on a piece of pineapple yesterday and loved it, this boy who has made a sour face with every new kind of food he’s tasted.  he waves hello and ducks his head in my shoulder when strangers smile at him.  he always wants to sleep cuddled in my arms or by my side at night.  he has taken an interest in baskets.  I put baskets of toys in front of him and his greatest delight is to take every toy out of them and then shake the baskets victoriously over his head.  he has two hair whorls on the back of his head.  he still holds my hand while he nurses.  he was peter pan for halloween.  he loves to grab anything out of his sister’s hand.  he understands words!! I say, You’re a nosebiter, and he leans forward and bites my nose!! he loves getting kisses and giving them.  he covers my face in his open-mouthed boy kisses and they are the most delicious thing.  he does his best.  he is a good boy.


She has fallen in love with watching her father play super mario. I put nario decals in the nursery and whwn she walked in she got so excited. Daddy’s game! She kept saying. I love him!

She is so excited about the olaf on our front yard and kepts wanting to go outside to visit him. Olaf is my best friend she says.

This morning, she woke up and said, frowning, Leppie took my unicorn!

she says.

today at the park she met a kitty who followed her everywhere and when it was time to go she shouted No! I will stay with Miss Sparkles!

we asked her what she wanted for Christmas and she thought and said, I want a candy cane!

she brought her dinosaurs to her bath.

she put all the rocks in her rock collection in her bed and fell asleep with them.

He loves to bite my nose. He thinks it is so funny, he laughs and laughs when I pretend to scream. He loves to bounce in his exersaucer. He stood up holding the rail of his crib the other day.  He says Mama, mama, mama.  He loves to play peekaboo with his sister. They have a game: Nuh Nuh Carly. I swoop him around and do the theme from jaws and drop him on her and they both laugh and laugh. He can sit up all by himself. He loves to pick up toys and he can lean forward to grab them and slide into a sort of wiggly crawl. He is the snuggliest boy. He ducks his face in my neck and rubs his forehead on mine wanting kisses. He hugs me tight around my neck.

she points to my wedding ring. “you ring!” she says. “because daddy loves you!” she remembers. I told her about my wedding ring weeks ago.  we got married because we loved each other, and daddy gave me this ring.

My granny made these dolls for my cousins when we were children. now my daughter loves them.  they are just her size and she dresses them up in her dresses and clothes.

she still ignores him most of the time.  she still cries pick ME up when he is on my lap.  but today, he started crying when I walked out of sight and she leaned over and took his hand.  it’s okay, Carly, she said. I’ll hold your hand.  just like I say when she is crying.  being a big sister.

six months.

six months of this guy.

I can’t believe it’s almost been six months of this guy.

he can sit up all by himself and he loves to play with toys.  he reaches to pick up things that interest him and he holds them up to his eyes and turns them around in his hands.  we spend hours in his room and I watch him picking up blocks, trains, rainbow stacking cups.  he likes to play with a bead toy, moving the beads up and down and spinning them around.  his special loves are his lion stuffed animal, which he loves to grab tufts of its mane and wrestle with, and his dolly.  she has crinkly shoes that he loves to rub and rings on her hat that he loves to shoe.  he loves his sock monkey and his ball.

he is so drooly and chompy.  he grabs my fingers and brings them to his mouth to nom on.  he likes to grab my face and hair and pull me in close for his big slobbery kisses.  he wraps his arms around my neck and squeezes me in the best hugs I have ever received.  he spends all day giggling and smiling and giving me and his sister heart-eyes.  he is a dreamboat hunk with tree trunk legs.  I call him my ham and cheese sandwich, my chuckles.

he has no interest in crawling.

he is so interested in whatever I’m eating, but he makes a face no matter what baby food he tries: sweet potatoes, carrots, bananas, peaches.  he loves cool whip.

he loves to coo and talk to his older girl cousins, and they love to give him kisses and hold him and stroke his soft blonde peach fuzz.

he has the softest hands and he runs them up and down my arms.  he still wants to hold my hand while he’s nursing.  when he’s fussy, bouncing on the yoga ball sends him straight to sleep.

he is so ticklish.  I pick him up and nuzzle his tummy and he squeals and giggles, he squirms when I nibble on his sides or tickle under his arms.  he loves it when his daddy picks him up and wrestles him.  he likes to put his fingers in my mouth when he’s nursing.

he has started waking up many times a night crying and I think it’s his teeth: he’s about to get some.  he went straight from o-3 month clothes to 9-12 month clothes and it’s hard to find pants that will fit his booty.

he likes to ride in the stroller when we go for walks or to the park.  his sister rides in the stroller in front of him, and he likes to pet her hair and touch her shirts.

he has his own room now, finally.  his sister got her big girl bed and now the crib is in his room.  he has a dresser and a rocking chair and it is super mario-themed.

he took a bath with his sister last night.  he loves to pat the water and kick his feet and he squeals with joy when his sister plays with him.

I cannot wait for him to wake up so I can give him his morning smooches.