So, due to a ridiculous string of computer/internet dramatics, blogging has been, in the last few months, not worth the technology issues involved. However, these have now been resolved, and along with them, I am resolved to be better about writing.
I am so thankful to everyone for there love, support, and concern for the baby. He is doing well, making progress every day, albeit slowly. For this post, however, I am determined to focus, not on his medical issues, but on the little man that makes up my son.
On that note, here are just a few of the ridculously amazing character traits that already make up my son’s personality.
He sleeps with one are flung across his eyes, and the other covering his ear. Not pulling, just cupped around it.
He doesn’t suck his thumbs or fists, but he LOVES to chew on his fists. Although, considering that he doesn’t have any teeth, I suppose gnawing is a more accurate term.
He wakes up smiling every day. He is his happiest first thing in the morning, and thinks that adults’ funny faces are the most hysterical things in the world.
He wrinkles his nose when something is really funny.
He has three dimples: one on each cheek, and one underneath the middle of his lower lip.
His eyes are getting more brown every day, and where ever he looks, he looks like he has an opinion on what he is seeing.
He can almost roll over from his back to his stomach. Sometimes he gets stuck on his arm, which makes him mad, and makes me laugh.
He still has about ninety different names. He is Ramsey at my work, Moses to my mother and a few friends, Zeus when his father and I are talking about him (I dunno how it came about), Mosey-Wosey to my evil friends, Trey to a handful of others…poor child.
He and Ollie get along swimmingly, in that, they mostly ignore each other. Occaisonally, Ollie will sniff his head and lick his face and sleep curled up next to him, which they both seem fine with.
He still has feet and hands that are too big for his body, and LOOONG legs that he kicks froggy style. Kind of breast stroke kicking….a swimmer, perhaps?
He is fussy for approximately fifteen seconds before he falls asleep.
He will sleep wherever he is when he is tired.
He likes to be vertical, either watching the world or sacked out on my chest. Yes, he is already a boob man!
He ears are still furry.
He loves music, and is starting to sing along.
He only likes being in the car if we are driving faster than 55. This is concerning to me regarding his teenage years.
When something is exciting, his eyes get huge and his arms go crazy and he starts kicking and his mouth opens wide and he looks like Christmas lights on a newly decorated tree.
His arms are always moving, trying to reach for something, or just moving around. He could be a referee. He already has “TOUCHDOWN!” down solid.
One other thing? He makes me a better person and I cannot believe how lucky I am to be able to call such an amazing person my son.
Ok, that was two things, but I think you can forgive me.
