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In Which I Drone On About My Tiny (4-Mo.!!!) Baby

air guitar

This is Mr. Isaac. I kind of LOVE him!! He is four months old today and this post is 100% shameless gushy blathering that completely ignores cranky days like last week where the annoying construction guys behind us woke everyone up two hours early. Unashamed doting.

As soon as we got in our house (two weeks ago!) Isaac started sleeping longer than two or three hours at a time. He’s slept at least 4.5 hours every night (and SEVEN hours one night) for the last two weeks! I’m a new person. And a jinxed person for typing that.

he laughs
good morning!
I no longer have to sit on the floor or an uncomfortable motel couch to nurse the poor guy. Now we rock in the $40 glider I found on craigslist in his beautiful (almost finished) nursery and sometimes he falls asleep in my arms. I love it when his relaxed little sleeping face imaginary nurses. I love it when he presses his lips together and raises his eyebrows in a very cute, very un-baby face. I love it when he stretches his tiny limbs in all directions like a starfish. I love his whole tiny face shining with a glowing smile. I love it when people in the grocery store/on the fishing pier/fixing the sewer line contort their faces and babble silliness to get Mr. Isaac to smile. 
kiss kiss
new mobile

I love watching his fascination with his musical mobile. I love folding laundry on top of him. I love how his little fist closes over his stuffed animal as he falls asleep. I love how at Bible study or church he sits quietly in my lap (for now). I love how enraptured he was with Megamind and how he cackled with laughter when Chris made him dance to Michael Jackson’s “Bad” at the end. 

I love doing baby exercises in the morning where we sing, “Roll, roll, roll the baby gently ‘cross the bed! Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, you have a big head!” and roll him from side to side. Or bounce/dance him to “I’m a baby with a smile on my face! I wear a diaper and I live in Pace!” to much baby delight. I love how he lights up when Chris airplanes him around. I love how after he’s been chomping on my arm all afternoon I catch little whiffs of Isaac after he’s gone to bed. In short, you could say I’m a little smitten.

laundry helper
mr. elephant

Isaac LOVES having his diaper changed and coos and laughs and smiles the whole time. Same with bath time. Same with changing outfits. I reward myself by changing his outfit often and trying to match my baby-cessory to myself. I love it when I put him to bed and he tries to cry, but he’s so sleepy his little cries fade into coos and he ends up singing himself to sleep after a couple minutes. I love how he looks up at me with huge, trusting, joyful eyes, oblivious to anything bad. I like watching him learn. 

I like noticing big changes, like how much bigger he is than the newborn clothes I just unpacked in our shipment (so tiny! ack!) and little changes, like how hair appeared on his legs last week and his head fuzzed out some more. I like watching him successfully grab mr. giraffe and stuff him in his mouth. I like watching him notice the newly-arrived kitties and the world around him. I like how he mellows out when we listen to “Bach for Breakfast.” I like how the cats can be all up in my business one moment, but as soon as Isaac is in my lap they just watch. I like to picture Pounce thinking, “Human kitten = #1 pet.”
So! There’s your precious tiny baby update. Coming soon: pictures of our new house!

matching mom? no pictures, please. 

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  2. ~ko says

    I love ooeey gooey mushy baby posts! Im sure that it has to do something with this horrible case of baby fever I've been having. But he is just a doll baby, cute as a button 🙂

    Got your email by the way! Thank you! Don't worry about the time lapse, didn't think twice about it! But now I can comment and you wont think "who is this creeper?" lol