Published by admin on 11 Jun 2013 at 04:28 pm
Well, let’s see. As I mentioned here Seth started working this month and that left us in a childcare “situation.” Thankfully my office is 6 blocks away from home so we could actually find a couple of someone’s who could babysit for 9.5 hours a day and still bring home a little cash for ourselves. Emphasis on “little.” If Seth gets a longer job a more permanent solution will need to be figured out, but for the month he’s been working, aside from one week where we had no idea who was going to babysit, it’s been great for Moses. He loves his babysitters so much that as soon as they get there he’s waving for me to leave and when they’re about to leave he starts crying. (Way to break my heart, kid. Oof.)
He gained a fair amount of weight according to his last doctor’s appointment which was, according to Seth, a total nightmare. Moses does not like to sit still. Are all babies like this? Do I have a special brand of active baby? I feel like unless he’s strapped into his high chair or car seat, he’s moving. Even if he’s exhausted, he’ll rest his head for the count of one and then he’s back up and moving. Sometimes I think, oh, he’s just going to fall right to sleep laying there, but nope! He’s off on a tear.
He’s still not walking and rarely standing on his own, but he is cruising around like crazy and while I want to go to Disneyland, I’m not sure he’s anywhere near walking. (I have a feeling a certain auntie and cousins will be doing some coaching when we’re in Oregon for his birthday.)
One of the great things about having a babysitter with Moses is the new things he picks up. Yesterday as I was trying to get him dressed for bed (you guys, the battles I have dressing this child….) I started singing The Itsy Bitsy Spider and he started doing the spider hand motions! So cute! (IDEA: Maybe I should get them on the walking thing….)
Still no words other than “Hiiiiiii!” He calls Lula, “DA,” which could be him trying to say dog, or him trying to say Lula, or him thinking Lula is his father. (Video here.)
This month he’s enjoying tortillas, cheese melted on tortillas, strawberries, Cheerios, anything we are eating, pizza, chicken cutlets from Canters, toast, and wow, that’s a lot of carbs! (We feed him vegetables too, promise.)
He went to his first Dodger game. Wherein he got a compliment on his brand new Adidas Dragons from the hardest of hardcore security guards.
We call him Nosey Mosie, mostly because when we’re out at restaurants he stares down other diners until they are forced to acknowledge him. From teen girls (god, he loves teen girls) to old couples, he is an equal opportunity starer. But also because he does this thing where he’ll peer around you trying to see what’s just out of his glance. It’s maybe my favorite expression of his. Stay curious, baby.
One of my favorite things about being Moses’ mom is something that all parents experience, I think. I can’t help it, he went from a little bundle of cells to this crazy little guy who enjoys ceiling fans and the wind in his face, from a little slug who snuggled up to a grasshopper who kicks me in the face, from an idea to a kid. It’s a universal truth that every parent will be amazed that their child grows up.
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