I blinked and you’re now a roaring 8-month-old.
A couple of months back, I thought you were the quiet one, the thinker, the contemplative one. You were content to sit (in the rocker) for brief periods by yourself and play with whatever colourful, noisy or movable object you can get your hands on.
Today, you’ve suddenly found good use for your voice. When you’re on the high chair, you yell and make such a racket if I so much as pause for a moment in between feeding you. I started off with baby-led weaning, and you’ve had fun learning to feed yourself carrots, sweet potato, blueberries and steamed apples. But we’ve broadened your food repetoire, and now I also make porridge for you, and that means spoon-feeding. You find that slow and boring because you don’t get to grab food with your itchy fingers, and you don’t hesitate to show your impatience.
When you’re in the pram and you start to feel a little lonely / bored / just wanna disturb mummy, you turn in your seat and try to climb up the pram to reach me. Of course, you can’t really get out since you’re belted down, but you can get yourself in a precarious position, and I usually have to pick you up for a bit.
Okay, granted the world looks more interesting when you’re in my arms…But I also have to get errands done you know. Thankfully, I’ve found some secret weapons in the form of food. Yup, blueberries, the occasional bread – once I pop something into your mouth, you are happy to munch on whatever it is, and keep still (and seated) long enough for me to finish doing my thing.
You’ve recently started to crawl and cruise. This means that wherever you go, you leave behind a path of destruction. Big brother’s puzzles are torn apart and chomped on. Big sister’s lego creations has had to be moved to a safer “home” so that it’s out of reach. The “baby” toys keep you busy for a while but then you seem to tire of them and want to get your hands on the more exciting untouchable items. I can’t keep track of the number of times I’ve had to use my fingers to dig out all manner of paper and other unmentionables from your little mouth!
Your favourite game is peek-a-boo. Whenever big sister jumps out and scares you, you reward her with lots of chuckles. You also enjoy prying the rubber bumpers off the cabinet that sits beside our bed, and I think part of the fun is that you always get a reaction from me. You must find this game funny, since I keep sticking them back, and you keep pulling them off.
Of course, you always welcome the company of your noisy siblings. You greet them with a look of curiosity and wonder, and turn your head excitedly when you head them coming. I can almost see you running along with them and wanting to do all the cheeky /fun /mischievous acts that they get up to.
These days, when you’re excited, you start waving your little butt up and down, like you’re doing a jig. Cuteness overload.
I’ve always secretly wondered why you’re different from your brother and sister (you’re generally quieter and don’t tend to cry except for when you’re hungry or when you need attention or help), and why God finally decided to give us a kid who’s more like mummy. But I guess no matter how you turn out to be, boisterous or contemplative, whacky or serious, thunderous guffaws or dry wit sort, it won’t take away from the fact that you’ll always be my little boy.
May you always have that sweet, peaceable disposition. May you always reserve your special, happy, gummy smile for mummy.
Ahh…Joshie boy, you’re such a joy to behold.