Updates and such
This monday I celebrate my 34th birthday. I am hosting a "no robots allowed" party down in San Jose on the following Saturday. It's weird, but I really don't feel my birthdays anymore. I don't feel most holidays. There used to be a palpable excitement when a Holiday was forthcoming, but these days I feel ...numb... towards them. Most of my time is taken up doting on my son, so I suppose this is cool. He is not really able to appreciate holidays yet, but once he is old enough I know my feelings will shift back to excitement, but more geared towards him. I want him to feel the same excitement I felt as a kid when Halloween was just around the corner. I want him to look forward to dressing up the tree at xmas. I want him to be a King on his birthday. (We even bought him a little crown for his first, on April 27th)
The boy can crawl now. This is interesting as having mobility affords him a little bit of independance. Conversely, he now SCREAMS whenever me or Stacey put him down anywhere. He can be half asleep in our arms, but the moment we put him in his crib, he screams at the top of his lungs and cries bloody murder. I can't hand him to anyone else. My wife is a bit jealous because if he is in her arms and he sees me, he reaches out to me. If he is in my arms and Stacey wants to hold him, he backs away. I am sure this will change as time goes on, but I am secretly enjoying it.
He is also getting his two front teeth! These teeth, coupled with his two lower teeth mean that he can now bite and leave a mark. I have many of these marks on my fingers and arms. There is nothing like watching him crawl up to you, rest his head on his knee, and then watch him swoop in for a bite. If I weren't so thick-skinned, he'd probably have drawn blood. You can add "baby" to the list of things I've cut myself on. Super Power, indeed.
The boy can crawl now. This is interesting as having mobility affords him a little bit of independance. Conversely, he now SCREAMS whenever me or Stacey put him down anywhere. He can be half asleep in our arms, but the moment we put him in his crib, he screams at the top of his lungs and cries bloody murder. I can't hand him to anyone else. My wife is a bit jealous because if he is in her arms and he sees me, he reaches out to me. If he is in my arms and Stacey wants to hold him, he backs away. I am sure this will change as time goes on, but I am secretly enjoying it.
He is also getting his two front teeth! These teeth, coupled with his two lower teeth mean that he can now bite and leave a mark. I have many of these marks on my fingers and arms. There is nothing like watching him crawl up to you, rest his head on his knee, and then watch him swoop in for a bite. If I weren't so thick-skinned, he'd probably have drawn blood. You can add "baby" to the list of things I've cut myself on. Super Power, indeed.