Thursday, February 5, 2015

Has Anyone Seen My Baby?

Because surely someone has crept into my house during the middle of the night and replaced him with this efficiently mobile, dexterous, communicative legitimate miniature human being who is nine and a half months old.

Long gone are the days when I would move the furniture around in the nursery, centering the glider in the most delicious path of natural light, having changed my baby into a white onesie adorned with one of those adorable monthly stickers on his belly.
Frankly, long gone are the meticulous monthly updates because, hello, third baby, despite how dedicated I was the first three months in the beginning to not become that mother who skimps on the third child.

Even though I keep a notebook that moves with me from purse to nightstand filled with milestones I want to remember as well as "Funny And/or Embarrassing Things the Boys Say," I feel the need to come to this space and throw together an update so that when he finds himself on a couch inside a therapist's office in thirty-something years, he certainly won't be able to pin his distress to the exact moment he realized his mother stopped blogging about his diaper size, sleeping habits and adorable chin dimple.
Collins Mason, you are nine and a half months old this February and without a single doubt you have been the missing piece of the puzzle all along. Even though I can't remember what we had for dinner last night, not an ounce of our being can remember life before you.

Actually, scratch that. I can remember. And life wasn't nearly as bright, our faces didn't' hurt nearly as much from smiling so hard and I definitely had much less laundry piled up around my house. But everyone in our little family loves you to pieces. If we could literally tear you into pieces and tuck you into our pockets, carrying you around for the day, we would. That's how much we love you.
You are charming. You are wonderful and snuggly and smell like fresh chocolate chip cookies. You laugh all the damn day. One might become sickened or jealous of just how happy you are- but they are too enamored by the joy that radiates from your eyeballs. Seriously. I have never met a baby so happy.

You love your brothers. They are your playmates, your climbing gyms, your tussle buddies. You seek them out just as they seek you out, the moment they enter a room. You also love balls both big and small, anything you can bang together (blocks, cups, etc), mealtimes, bath time and walks in the stroller.

You have yet to graduate from your duck tub and I just purchased this stroller muff to get us through the next couple months of this wicked weather. Cabin fever is beginning to set in and it is not a pretty shade on us, particularly your older brothers.
You've got tricks, oh yes you do! You clap, you dance, you stand, you crawl, you roll, you laugh, you wave, you do "SO BIG" and my most favorite, hearing your sweet raspy baby voice saying big boy things like "hiiiii," "mama," and "doh,' for dog. While I miss your brand new freshly born baby days, you are just ridiculous amounts of fun right now and I cannot get enough of you. My happy, hip-riding chunk of love.

I've begun planning your first birthday party and while it definitely gives me a lump in my throat, I'm so happy I can sit back and say that I've truly, wholly and desperately at times, soaked up every single moment of your first year. That's the thing about third babies- they make you candidly aware and appreciate of the passing of time, much more so than the babies who came before them.

You're sleeping in your crib all night most every night- you go down at 8pm after your favorite time of day, bath time, and wake anywhere from 3am-5am to nurse. Some days I'll lay you back in your crib once we're through but if I'm being honest, more times than not I'll sneak you into bed with us where you'll proceed to stretch out real big, claiming your half of the bed and sleep dreamily there until you're awakened by the Bash Brothers who come tumbling into our room around 6:30 in the morning.
You're nursing every 5-6 hours during the day, starting upon waking. You'll eat purees although you'd much rather slurp them direct from the bag than from the spoon. If it's mushy enough, you're also eating anything we're eating including but not limited to berries, eggs, rice, pasta, matzoh balls, broccoli, pancakes, etc. You have two shiny new teeth this month, hopefully the first of many.

You're wearing 12-18 and 18-24 months clothes and size 4-5 diapers. I have no idea how much you weigh because I've been avoiding the pediatrician's office like the plague this winter season since our area has been a hot zone of influenza. If I had to guess, you weigh somewhere in the ballpark of 23-26lbs. I would even venture to say you're the very same size Maclane was at this age but we won't know for certain until your well check later this month.

You're moving and doing and talking and going places. I laugh and shake my head because I'm still hauling you around in your infant bucket seat, something that by this point in your brothers' first years, had already been retired to the recesses of the garage. You're just so content to be hauled around in that thing and since you're still a ways away from surpassing neither the height nor weight restriction and you nap so well in it, why mess with a good thing, I say?

That and I'm relying on you to work my biceps before swimsuit season.

But really, Collins. You are a joy, a light, a bright spot in our days and all of the sweet cliché things mothers always say about their angelic children. You are our favorite, our beloved last little baby, the icing on our family unit cake of life. You're amazing and your Daddy and I are so grateful we get to raise you up. We apologize now for any therapist fees you may incur in thirty-something years.... We love you more than carrots, Scooby Bear.

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  1. Gah, I loved reading this! You can tell he is a happy boy and not just when the camera is out. I loved that one picture of him standing and doing the booty tooche! Way to go Collins and happy 9 months sweet boy.

  2. Love this...what a sweet little man and loving his big eyes! So handsome!

  3. He is just beyond adorable!! Loved reading this update. What a literal bundle of joy!

  4. Stop it now. Collins is pure perfection. This makes me want a third. Crap.

  5. We must have picked a crappy infant seat, because Beckett outgrew that thing 4" ago (yet we still use it in Josh's car). :-X

    So sweet, though - Happy 9 months Collins!

  6. Such the happiest baby- love reading about your sweet family! And his eyelashes-goodness gracious!

  7. Happy 9 months to your sweet boy. His eyes are so pretty!


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