I’ve been trying to teach Camper the importance of tooth-brushing, and so every night while I get him ready for bed he holds his toothbrush. We listen to a baby classical mix, which I actually really love because the tracks are short and fun, and he waves his toothbrush around like a little dentist/conductor.
He still refuses to eat eggs, in any which way I give them to him. And he’s figured out something new. He can SPIT FOOD OUT. This was previously mysterious to him, if I put something in his mouth he didn’t like he would chew it minimally and swallow with a big shudder. Now he gets a pained look on his face and opens his mouth, tilts his head forward slightly and shakes until the food falls out. It’s annoying, but also kind of cute.
His secret lair. For some reason, he loves crawling behind the big blue chair in the living room to play with his toys. his recent mobility has made nighttime cleanup more of an easter egg hunt.
The way he smiles when I hug him and kiss on him. Especially at night, when he’s sleepy. Or just before naptime. Today I kissed his neck and check and when I pulled back, his eyes were closed tight with joy and he had the same little smile that he used to smile in his sleep as a newborn.
The way he holds things up in the air and cocks his head to one side, as if putting his ear on his shoulder, if he’s proud of something. Like just now, he pulled the towel off his highchair (unfortunate poop incident of this morning sent most of his cloth items, including the chair cover, into the laundry) and raised it high above his head and looked at me like, “MOOOMMM, I GOT THIS FOR YOU!!!!”
The way we’ll be sitting in the chair in his room, rocking and snuggling, and I think, “This is the sweetest, most perfect moment,” and he opens one eye to look at me and shoves his baby finger as far up my nose as he can get it.
I love this child.
Tags: Camper
Erin, Even tho I am not a Mom, I have memories from each of my little Loves thruout my life, including you! The “there can be nothing more precious in life” moments never leave you, enjoy them. ps: your moment was when we used to sleep on your couch in Navy housing, you on my chest with your little hand on my face…as you recovered from being up all night crying. I Love you, kiss that baby for me Auntie