Residential Space

I just experienced a wonderful moment with my son, although I don’t know if I can properly convey exactly what it was that made it so special. After his bath, I dressed him in (nine-month-sized!) fuzzy flannel onesie snowman pajamas, to keep him feeling snuggly throughout the night and enabling sleep. Then, we played for a while – he is doing incredibly well during tummy time now, lifting up with his arms and reaching for toys. After playing, he curled up on his mat and placed his middle and ring fingers into his mouth, ready to sleep.

I held him in the crook of my arm as he sucked his fingers and read both Buenas Noches, Luna and Goodnight, Moon to him. He spent most of the time looking up at me with those big blue eyes, sucking his fingers, and gradually getting sleepier and sleepier. I rocked him like this for about ten minutes, just staring at him, as he sucked his fingers on one hand while exploring my face with the other. Eventually, he grew too sleepy, and the eyelids began to shut. At that point, I placed him in his crib, and he fell asleep instantly.

We took him to the pediatrician last week, and his stats are great – he’s between the 75th and 90th percentile for height (26 inches), weight (16 lbs 15 oz), and head circumference (42.5 cm). He loves laughing as Evan razzes his belly, as we sing “Old McDonald Had a Farm,” and as my mother repeats the “B” sound to him (seriously, he laughs hysterically over this). His laugh is so innocent and sweet.

I love you, little boy.