Category — Still LIfe

Meet Erin. She’s one of my best friends.

At 11:27, I got an email from Erin that said, “I’m pretty sure I’m in labor… I’m in the bathtub.”

At 11:55, I got another email that said, “THUNDERCATS ARE GO. I’m in labor.”

Seven minutes later at 12:02, she had a baby.

You’ll never believe how it happened.

.: taken 13 hours later :.

He turned 9 months old last week. Nine Months. That’s almost a year. I just can’t believe how quickly the time is passing, how big his feet are getting, how much he’s eating. How much I love him.

He has so much personality, such long eyelashes. He’s standing up now, and taking wobbly steps with his push-toy thingy. He laughs uncontrollably when I wear sunglasses, or talk on the phone. He weighs 20 pounds. I miss him when he sleeps at night.

He’s a champion sleeper. At least thirteen hours every night and three good naps every day, this boy loves catch some ZZZs. Of course, he still wakes up to nurse every four or so hours at night, but that’s perfectly fine with me. Because I miss him when he sleeps at night.

He’s such a lover, easy with the smiles. Everyone always asks, “Is he always this happy?” ‘They’ say that the nine-month mark is when stranger anxiety usually sets in. I hope ‘they’ are wrong.

He loves everyone, but he has a special bond with his Aunt Ba. He’s a different baby when he’s with her, more comfortable than with anyone else besides his mama and daddy. It’s because he knew James and Jake when they were in theire mom’s belly and he was in his, and they asked him to take care of her for them. He does.

He appreciates good shoes, like his mama. He loves to dance and sing, bouncing when the music’s playing and LaLaLa-ing when I’m belting it out in the car or in the kitchen or in his face.

His face lights up when Mark walks in the door every night. He can pull himself off of the floor by digging his fingers into his daddy’s beard. He loves books and food and kissing on the mouth and making raspberries. He’s happy, and usually patient. He is his father’s son.

He loves to be worn, and held close. He tucks his hand into my shirt when he cuddles, and wraps his fingers through my curls when he nurses. He giggles til he hiccups when I nibble on his feet.

I can’t believe how much I love him, how much I need him.

How much he loves Sesame Street.

Guess who was named tiny*prints Adorable Baby of the Week? Check him out, yo.

Can you believe how much this baby, this boy, has changed in a month? Before my eyes, POOF! he’s turned into a toddler.