There's just nothing that compares to when your little baby is laying on their back, smiling up at as you talk to them... and then all of a sudden, they stretch out their little baby arms, grab your cheeks and pull you toward them. True love.
While it was never as important to me as a smile, belly laugh or first step, there IS something to be said about rolling over. I remember giving Jackson his requisite "tummy time" from a day old... with promises of early "roll over, crawling and walking" from hospital nurses in my head. Well... Jackson didn't roll over for quite a while and as a new mom, it very much stressed me out.
When Juliet came along I could tell she was strong from the start. She sits herself up, grabs the bottle/spoon right out of my hand and NEVER stops moving. So was I really surprised a few weeks ago when I left her on her back and found her on her stomach?... Not really. Nor have I positioned her or coaxed her to try and do it again.
Well, all of a sudden, Juliet has gone from nickname: "Itsybitsiest Prettyitiest" to nickname: "RollyPollyOllyiest". My goodness - play-gyms should be much bigger for baby girls.
Not only does 'Jackson speak' reflect some German influence: "ZE c'mon", he also has a slight Boston accent as well.... *as we're driving*... "Caaaah!"
He loves the swiffer.
He loves the duster.
He lines things up as documented here.
When I move the crayons out of the line - he quickly runs over to line them
back up.
Soon I'll have him matching socks...
Well... today Juliet performed what seems to be a Burka spawn rite of passage. It's what we so endearingly (cough cough) call the 'Bumbo Dumpo'.
Bumbo Dumpo
What's created when an infant sits in a mostly flat chair for 'activity time' after eating any meal. It's the result of a shooting poopie with nowhere to go (besides up the back and out the sides)
Synonyms: Pancake Poopies, Projectile Poopies, Five wipe diap.