In exactly fifteen days, Daniel will be one year old. The reality that he is no longer a baby is beginning to set in, and I find myself having to resist the urge to approach people in Walmart and beg them to let me sniff their newborn baby's head.
About eighteen days ago, Danny took his first steps. Now he's toddling all over the house with great confidence. It's crazy to watch him let go of the coffee table and toddle to the bookcase where he will begin perusing the books, trying to decide which one he wants to eat today. Yesterday, it was The Chronicles of Narnia; today The Complete Works of Shakespeare and New Knits on the Block. His tastes are very eclectic. He's getting so good at walking. The farthest he's made it without falling is from the coffee table into the kitchen (about 15ft.) It blows my mind.
This past month, he's been discovering that he can communicate with his hands. He points, he claps, he hits, he plays peek-a-boo, he pokes, pinches and waves. He especially loves to clap. Clap for the kitty, clap for the Wiggles, clap for Daddy, clap when Mama stubs her toe, clap for infomercials. It's great to exit the bathroom only to find him sitting on the floor in front of the door, clapping =D He likes to wave at me when we're nursing, and in the morning when Mike leaves for work, he sits in front of the door waving bye-bye and sobbing. It's so sad, my heart breaks a little more each time.
He babbles constantly. Dadadadanananana! Whoa! Ayeah! Bah-bye? Nunu. Gat? Wee! No actual words yet, but we'll get there. He's so fascinated by babies. We were at a picnic this last weekend, and there were several babies there much younger than he was, and Danny was absolutely enamored by them.
We still do not sleep. He typically sleeps from 9:30pm-12am, and then nurses on and off till 6am when he will sit bolt up in bed and begin singing and patting my face. I have tried everything. Nothing has worked so far. Someday, I will sleep again. And it will be beautiful. I wish I could get more time to blog more often, but he doesn't nap either. Right now, he has been asleep for 30mins, and I know I'm pushing my luck.
He's just so busy. Everything is wonderful, everything is exciting. I love watching him figure out how the world works. Seeing the world through his eyes is spectacular, and I'm doing my best to soak up every moment.
Easter Sunday after church. He found exactly four eggs, put them in the basket and then spent the rest of the hunt dumping them out and putting them back in =)
Kate, My Dear Sweet Kate,
You have THE most fascinating child I have ever seen! (And one day I hope to meet him in person too). I Love you and miss you so very very much! I think I will have to call soon so I can hear your sweet voice and catch up a bit with you ;). Take care of yourself and I pray the Lord honors your request and grants you some well-deserved sleep and good beddy-by dreams ;). <3
Posted by: Cousin Erka | April 23, 2009 at 10:17 AM
I am sending out his birthday present tomorrow, actually. It's actually got four little things that you'll enjoy and then one plush soccer ball for him. But don't tell him I told you about the plush soccer ball. Wouldn't want him to get all disappointed too early. I want him to be there to help rip open the package and then be like, WHAT THE HECK, ANNIE, THIS BLOWS.
I assume he speaks at this level already.
Posted by: Annie | April 23, 2009 at 10:50 AM
I can't believe he's walking already! He just keeps get cuter by the day. I'm so glad you're able to be home to enjoy every minute with him. There's nothing like it in the world!
Posted by: Kerry | April 23, 2009 at 05:12 PM
NO BABY HEAD SNIFFING!!! (Don't you know that's how you get pregnant?)
Beautiful son, good job, Momma Kate! :)
Posted by: Aunt BJ | April 26, 2009 at 04:09 PM
Love the post! and your banner too.
"His tastes are very eclectic" == and his parents tastes in literature are awesome!
Posted by: Miss Scarlett | June 25, 2009 at 07:26 PM