Beautiful Boy
No matter how much time I spend with this baby boy, when I interact with him I can’t help but think how beautiful, gorgeous, or freakin cute he is. A smile that lights his whole face and always includes a view of his little tongue. The knowing looks from large perceptive eyes with thickening lashes I can’t look away from. Playful dimpled hands that softly explore one moment and wreak havoc the next. Oversized ears that melt my heart in the way that Dumbo and Dopey do. Here are pictures of some of his sweet ways to help you see what I mean.
His fascination and curiosity about his hands continues, and he puts them in his mouth every chance he gets. He’s discovered how to unveil his thumb even with the mittens covering his hands, so there’s just a little thumb peeking out that he’s able to suck on. He experiments with clasping his hands together and popping his thumb into his binky. He has started sucking on my arm while I’m holding him.
Baby has grown enough that I’ve adjusted the straps on his car seat to be higher. The little folds on his thighs and his button of a belly button are still one of my favorite things. He always wants to face outward to observe his surroundings, and looks forward to engaging with the rest of the family even to sit nearby watching them play video games. I think the variety from following me around doing laundry for example is interesting to him.
He loves to laugh, which I find disconcerting sometimes because he still gives a jolly hearty giggle after a huge projectile vomit where his ng tube is forced all the way out and he’s so covered in sick that I have to put him in the bath tub. Who does that? This undaunted child.
Yet he gets scared enough to cry loudly for several minutes at some of his father’s voices. One time he cried uncontrollably whenever Jer tried singing to him. I’m not sure why, as Jer’s singing wasn’t out of tune or at a loud volume, so it remains a mystery. Another time Jer did a voice for the Teacher in “Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See” which is kind of like a witchy cackle, and poor Baby Henry was suddenly and completely terrified. My booming sneezes also unsurprisingly leave him unsettled and in tears.
One of our favorite books to read together is from my sister who brought it from her trip to Alaska, a board book called “If I Were A Bear”. The illustrations are colorful, there’s a nice rhythm to the prose, and it includes many different kinds of bears and lots of bear cubs with their parents. I’m looking into reading more books with him.
The love I feel for this tiny human is immense. How can one so small take up so much room in my heart?
I love you forever,
-Mom
