Thursday, May 27, 2010
Our anniversary present to each other is going to be a used pop-up camper. We love camping, but Colorado nights are cold in the mountains, so sleeping on the ground isn't that fun. We picture lots of fun family trips ahead, and a camper will make it easier for us to pick up and go.
One slightly worrisome development yesterday: I sent Micah to school with a little egg yolk omlet. He'd had egg yolks once before, hardboiled and mixed with something green, like kale. The reaction he had then was projectile puking, which I chalked up to the weird combination. But no, today there was also projectile puking, so it appears he may be allergic to egg yolks. Hope this isn't the symptom of some bigger allergy issues. He hasn't had any reaction to anything else he's eaten, though of course the choices have been fairly limited. Will have to schedule an appointment to get tested because he's starting to be much more interested in table food and it will be more difficult to control what he eats.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Just out of reach.....
With a 9 1/2 month old, everything's new, every single day. Feet, for example, are endlessly fascinating, and every day we see a new type of kick or a new angle for Micah to study them. Hands, too, continue to be new and exciting. On Sunday, Micah had taught himself to clap his fists together; by Monday morning he was imitating a real clap with one hand open and the other still in a fist.
Each time Micah masters a new skill, we celebrate it, but immediately start fretting that he'll never reach the next one. It wasn't so long ago that we lay him on his back on his play mat, worrying that he just wasn't motivated to reach for the swinging toys. He's long since rushed from that stage to sitting up and reaching for them; and just this week, I noticed that he's no longer ignoring the toys that are out of his reach, but trying to puzzle out how to get ahold of them, despite not being fully mobile yet. He reaches forward to the limits of his arm length, not quite there, but trying over and over until he rocks himself forward a bit.
Ah, I realize, the poet was right. A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?
All human behavior is predicated on trying to obtain things that are very slightly (or maybe more than slightly) outside of our grasp. That's what motivates us to set our alarms for earlier than we'd like to wake up, to go to work when we'd rather play, to make outselves pretty.
And then I realize that Micah's been doing this all along, even when we think he's not really trying. While we've been worrying that he'll never crawl, he's actually been getting ready each morning, when we find him in his crib on his hands and knees, rocking back and forth; while we've been worrying that he'll never hold his own bottle or feed himself, he's been training us to know the cry that indicates he's hungry. Children come here with their little alien eyes and helpless little bodies, and yet they're the one's teaching us what it means to be human. Time for me to figure out what seems just beyond my reach and start trying to figure out how to get it.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
My baby is playing happily by himself at my feet right now, giving me a moment to reflect and thank the women who made it possible for me to be a mother.
To our beautiful surrogate and egg donor:
I hope that your lives have been easier because of your remarkable gift to us.
I hope that you've been able to achieve what you hoped for when you agreed to do this.
I hope that you don't regret your decision, or miss the child you helped to create and carry.
I hope you know that I will always remind Micah on mother's day to be thankful to you.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Our little nature boy, tiptoeing (or in this case, bouncing!) through the tulips.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Today's exciting news: Locomotion has arrived, albeit unwillingly. Micah was lying on the living room rug, unhappy about being on his tummy, and in trying to get up, he pushed himself backwards onto the hardwood floor. From there on, every push sent him sliding on his tummy backwards until he hit a wall. He was not happy at all about that!
In other developments, a new front tooth has started to poke out, bringing the tooth count to three. So far teething hasn't been bad.... one weekend of crabbiness (unfortunately the weekend we were travelling) and some scattered wakings in the night. Let's hope the easy transition to teeth continues!
Micah's 9 month check-up is coming up next week. He's certainly heavy, and I expect he'll still be at the mid-points for height and weight
Well, someone is up from a nap that was way too short! Gotta go visit Daddy, who is working this morning at the local Farmer's market. His new business was featured in the local glossy mag, 5280: