I'm just a girl who loves a boy and we live in a little town on a river. I am a seamstress turned family photographer turned full-time mom. I like baking, crafts, fat birds, reading on my Kindle, and not finishing my coffee.
This month we have seen huge strides (pun intended) in his walking ability. He is taking more and more risks venturing out on his own without support. And he has figured out how to turn around while standing. Before he would only get his legs all tangled together and fall.
With his new mobility comes new curiosity, reaching for everything, opening cabinets, pulling on lamp cords, attempting to stick things into other things (outlets, containers, the dog), trying to climb the couch, and even breaking out of his baby jail. We’ve had to start saying, “No.” much more often these days.
We finally have a first tooth this month too! A few days before his birthday a little white nub appeared in the front of his lower gums. He’s been a real trouper if he has had any pain, because he hasn’t been acting very differently.
He started “butt dancing” early this month to any music with a good beat that he likes. He especially has been keen on the Futurama theme song.
With his new added energy and curiosity, the warm weather couldn’t have come at a better time. He is enjoying stroller rides much more these days since he started facing out into the world. He sings little baby babble songs as we stroll. We started going to the park so he can climb around on the baby playground. He loves crawling trough the tunnel, going down the slide, trying to climb back up the slide, and going on the swing.
In our back yard he can’t get enough of the rocks and dirt. I have to stand right on top of him since he still loves putting everything gross into his mouth. Although he has learned, “Give to Mama” and will hand over whatever choking hazard he is currently holding.
His most recent little quirky trick this month has been making a fish face with kissing noises. He loves to pucker and pop his lips to anyone who will watch, including the “baby in the mirror”.
He isn’t quite talking beyond babbling yet. Much like the month before, we think he says some form of Momma, Dadda, and Ha (Hops). But he does recognize more and more words; Hops, Daddy, Balloon, Owl, Hungry, Head, Eyes, Baby.
He’s a sweet little boy who needs to keep busy to stay happy. He’s getting a little temper when he doesn’t get his way, we’re going to be working on that one. But so far he quickly forgets what he was pissed at if we turn to something else to hold his interest.
He loves to get hugs throughout the day and needs to go right into his bed when he is tired. He just settles in and goes to sleep — most of the time.
As we near the inevitable conclusion of You Look Nice Today, my feelings become too much to bear. And when that happens, you get poetry. What follows is my lament for one of the greatest podcasts of all time.
Where now is Tang Tang and rider, my son? When comes the train to Dubai? Where is that baby, ‘twas riding a dog? The butler ‘twas only knee-high?
Where at last landed Joey Nicklepuss, Thrown down from his once-gilded throne? Where is the man selling hot dogs to ladies? A sandwich, no longer alone?
I remember a man whose torso was long, Whose legs were as white as the sun. Did he board that last train to Ulaanbaatar And away from his family run?
The awkwardest restaurant in history closed. The drum-circle gym has shut down. The barber had one last mystery to solve And then he and his balls just skipped town.
The baby butlers have all grown up. Joey Nicklepuss no longer works. He ambles around, finds a drink where he can, And curses three absentee jerks.
Van Hœt succumbed to his illnesses. Aunt Nancy threw up in her purse. There’s a trumpet that plays “Careless Whisper” aloud; It’s strapped to the front of a hearse.
For what are the lessons we were meant to learn? That life is both gorgeous and brief. Good things do come and surely do go, Like a laugh, like a breath, like a queef.
So go on your faire du camping, if you wish. Go get your Man School degree. For one day, your OPN❤WDE van will break down, As the mountains fall into the sea.
Go get your Anglican Sushi, my friend, Made with lobster straight off of the farm. The best you can do is become a success; The worst is some bodily harm.
It is my great hope, my life-living friend, That when you meet God, in your way, He leans o’er your shoulder and says in your ear These four words: “You Look Nice…Today.”
I almost never reblog. But this is worth it. So long best podcast ever. Our road trips will miss your hilarious and demented ramblings.