We've had a great and busy month! Lots of visits with people we love. We got to hang with Gigi Abuela Grandma, Grand Dan, Titi Rix, Auntie Gayle and Kyle. You cuddled with Titi Rix, and they watched you dance. You ate some really spicy Thai food, too! Auntie M and Uncle P came into town from Germany, so we had a nice holiday party with the Manhattan Twenty Two. You kept sneaking cookies off the food table, and you enjoyed racing with Bandit outside on Titi Kim's patio. We got to say goodbye to Titi Lauren as she moves to Asheville. You had a good time at her coffee date Bon Voyage, we will miss her.
Daddy's been at work a lot this month, which is hard because we miss him so much, but manageable because you're getting easier! You're my little buddy, and you love to have fun and just be with me. We dance and sing and play. I don't know how you're not exhausted because I'm beat at the end of our full days. But I guess you do sleep almost 15 hours a day, so... You had a little cold at the beginning of this month, and it's always heart-breaking when you don't feel well.
We went to a Spanish music yoga class, and you seemed to be in shock the entire time, wide-eyed and non-responsive, haha. But the next day you knew where your cabeza, ojos, nariz and boca were. It's fun to practice speaking Spanish with you, because you are really trying to say everything now.
Thanksgiving was lovely, and you helped a lot with cooking. You were interested in baby Mana, but not too much. You were patient while I held him, and you had a blast playing with Nathalie and Kyle. We were surprised that you were so into the cheese plate, but not once we realized that the crackers were your main goal. Speaking of food, you've become a pretty good eater. You are eating a lot more, and interested in trying much more. Sometimes we have two or three breakfasts, you and me. I've got to make enough oatmeal for two people, because you will eat that much!
Your fave things to do are (still) playing with blocks, reading books, hanging outside playing basketball and birdwatching.
We think you are an empath. When your friends get hurt, when babies cry, when you throw a punch or hit and see someone hurting you hurt, too. It must be confusing for you to lash out in frustration or impulse, hit me and then feel heart-hurt when you see my reaction. "Mama, mama!" you squeal, and place both hands on my face, looking into my eyes. I assure you I'm okay, or that your friend didn't mean to hurt you, or that the baby who's crying only has crying as a means of expression. You tend to calm, but I can see in your eyes, and hear in your voice, that it strikes a chord when others suffer. Your Dad is wondering how you will respond to me laboring. I'm curious about that, too. We are going to read some books about laboring when we get closer to that time. In the meantime, I'm trying to explain why people hurt when it happens, as it is inevitable part of life.
