Vincent has two new pearly whites! After months and months of drooling anticipation, Vincent successfully negotiated with the tooth fairy and he now has two bottom teeth. Unfortunately pictures of the illusive pearly whites are almost impossible to attain. But we will keep trying.
Vincent is a wonderful baby and a very prompt one. I've always made schedules for our daily activities (since it's proved to be way more calming a day for both me and him) and now he actually keeps to the schedule better than me! We wake up at 7, either bike, jog or walk for an hour, eat a fruity breakfast, play with toys that are already "so last month, mom". Seriously, our living room looks like toy heaven but every time I hand Vincent a toy from his box, he gives me this tiresome look like, "Mom, I've seen this thing for the past four months, I've played with this thing for the past four months, I think all of my friends already own like five of these things. I don't want it," and he literally throws it back at me. I am now resorting to hair clips and odd farting noises to hold his attention.
Anyway, he then naps from 11 am until 1 pm (four hours awake then a two hour nap and repeat: four hours awake then a two hour nap). If we miss a morning jog/bike or walk, he is literally more fussy during the day. If we are out running errands and it's 10 minutes into the scheduled 'two hour nap time' he fusses and instantly passes out. It's pretty amazing.
I love being a mom. There is something about caring for a child that allows you to discover an extra-sensory ability you never knew you had. Example: Vincent went down for bed at his usual time last week (8 pm). I was then startled by a scream at 10 pm - very unusual for him to wake up during the night. When I went into his nursery I picked him up and immediately knew it wasn't a bad dream. I knew he was teething and I have know idea how I knew this. But sure enough, I slid my finger along his bottom gum and felt a sliver of bone starting to poke through. I never stopped to realize the instinct that I felt that night until days later. During my realization I came to the conclusion: the purity of communication between a Mother and Child is truly divine, and is truly an awesome experience.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Posted by Kristin at 8:57 PM
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I love how you articulated this. There is nothing like it. I completely agree. It's the "pain" "scared" cry. As he gets older you'll hear another difference. I can actually tell when my daughter is hurt, embarassed, angry, upset, scared for herself or scared for someeone else, simply by her cry. I may not be able to explain it to you when it happens, but I always know how fast to run and whether or not I need to get shoes on. And something really funny happened last year, my husband started trusting my instinct. Now when I yell.. "get to her" he doesn't question, he just runs. (that only took 5.5 years.. smiles). Anyway, keep writing about this. Sometimes you'll doubt the reality of what you feel. When you do, go back and read this. It'll keep you sane. Great post.
I need a Vincent fix -- real bad -- worse than usual. Please blog soon! signed, perishing in G.O.
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