Saturday, March 6, 2010
The smiley boy has been just that - smiley! On Monday I was holding him and feeding him a bottle when The Middle came bounding in the door from school. Now Will takes this eating thing very seriously, and gets cranky really fast if the bottle is removed from his lips for any reason. He'll tell you about it immediately with the crinkled red face and the "Eeeenk! Eeeenk! Eeeenk!" cry. It doesn't matter how noisy the house is and it could fall down around his ears as long as the bottle GOES NO WHERE! So the Whirling Dervish comes flying in amid the noise only a seven year old boy can generate and plonks a big, wet, rough kiss on Will's forehead. Will's eyes fly open! He sees who it is and - what's this? He breaks the death grip of suction on the bottle clamped between his gums and grinned up at The Middle! A big wiggly gummy grin that shot sunlight out at all angles! Then he frantically sucked his bottle back into his mouth to double time it to make up for lost nutrition! That was close - he could have starved to death!
In the evening, The Dear Daddy had Willie up on the couch to play. He marvelled that Will went from pile-driving his little feet into his ribs for a solid 30 minutes to deeply sound asleep in an instant. Kick-kick-kick-snoring! Babies!
On Tuesday morning The Willister rousted me from sleep with the hungry noises. I went to fetch him from his cradle and he beamed up at me! He's never greeted me with a smile before, especially first thing in the morning when nourishment must be a made the top priority or calamity will surely strike! Then back to the hungry noises.
Willie boy has gotten into the habit of holding on to his burps. This requires that I employ a variety of tactics to get it out of him. I pat him. I hold him over my shoulder and beat the tarnation of out him. I sit him upright on my knee and pat him. And bounce him. I hold him semi-reclining and whack his back. One trick that sometimes works is to hold him under his arm pits and bounce him up and down in the air. This usually gets a smile out of him, but today, Wednesday, he started making some "Ha! Ha! Ha!" sounds. If he could have gotten some volume behind his breath he would have been laughing!
Thursday morning brought more pleasantness with the morning wake up call. Will was laying in his cradle just making happy noises. I think he may have been celebrating turning 16 weeks old by experimenting with what sounds he could make and he was having a happy time of it! He never did cry to get up to eat. I laid there in my warm bed for a while listening to this new magic. When I went to get him up he gave me the biggest, full bodied wiggliest grin! This baby is so much fun! And! Best of all, he's NOT a morning person! His diaper held a surprise too. His little poop was solid. Not squish - solid! And HUGE! How did that giant thing come out of little Will?
The Jackster finished out his week with more smiling, cooing and merry making. He coos at The Daddy, The Littles, Me, toys, the mobile, the dogs...and to himself!