2005.09.28 - happy five-month birthday-
Five months is so long, but it's been the blink of an eye. I find it hard to believe that, only 150-some days ago, I was soaked in milk, aching everywhere, in a drug- and surgery-induced haze, itching all over from that allergic reaction and already falling in love with my tiniest of wrinkled babes.
Now I have this gorgeous, soulful brown-eyed spitter, this boy of a thousand expressions, who can open his mouth almost as wide as his face, who loves to look at the faces of men and sucks on his fingers so vigorously that he gags himself.
He's my good boy, the one who's almost-always happy, who goes down to sleep as if he actually likes the rest, who grabs toys with his whole body and focuses with such gobsmacked precision on the task at hand.
He will happily go to anyone's arms, and never minds if mom sets him down for a few minutes... or goes out for an hour. He's equally happy in the sling, carseat, stroller, or floor. Today I layed him down in his cradle to play while I started dinner. I had to run upstairs for a while, and Everett asked me to sing a silly madeup song. I was singing when I came back down, and Truman was almost asleep, eyes rolling back into his head, when he heard me come in with my off-key tunes. His whole body reacted; his eyes shot open, he smiled with the most amazing happiness, and he reached for me with outstanding joy at my crazy music. And then he relaxed, and fell asleep.
I love his happiness, his calm, his easy-going nature, his expressive face. I love the way his little monkey legs grab hold of me when I balance him on my hip. I love that he actually sleeps, that he giggles when I change his diaper. But most of all I love his brown, brown eyes, lit with just a tinge of mommy's green at the very center. He's so very much his daddy's boy - his daddy's eyes, and hair, and body - but he's got his mama's soul, I can see it in the way he looks at me. I can't wait to get to know him better.
truman reading with his grandpa, five months old
he gets a lot of kisses