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Shawn has his first tooth!

And he’s biting.

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Here we are, safely arrived, in Kentucky! I’m kind of tired, but I’ll be back later to tell you of the wonderful visit I had with a lovely 43thinger along the way, and catch up with you all later. For now… must… give… out… cheers. Cheer monster will take ‘em…

And he likes it when I tickle him.

He’s also trying soooo hard to crawl. If I was as devoted with pole dancing as he is with trying to crawl, I think I’d be an expert by now.

Life Lesson #493 from a baby – you have to flop around on your tummy before you can crawl. :P

Shawn discovered his feet two weeks ago, which fascinated him. He was lying on his back, completely amazed by his toes. He can roll over now, and when he was playing on the floor yesterday, his toys were continually out of his reach. He can now scoot backwards. It won’t be long now, and he’ll be crawling!

At the head of the bed we have a mirror, and Shawn likes it when I pop him up on his tummy with the pillows so that he can stare at his reflection. I’ll hunker down beside him and go “Who is that cute baby in the mirror?” and he’ll laugh and squeal.

And he still has blue eyes. (:

Today my family was on the recipient end of a random act of kindness. My mom was going into a store and as she passed the newspaper boxes for the free papers and real estate booklets, she noticed that someone had placed some books into one of them. There was a card with the books that said “Free books for you! Hope this made your day!” (or something like that.)

It definitely did make her day, so random, sweet minded person who did that, thank you!

Shawn has a nice head of hair but he has a bald spot on the back of his head. I’m guessing that it’s from where his head touches the bed, and it’s been worn away.

It’s so cute!

I was gifted with Shawn’s first giggle today!

He is 2 months, 2 weeks and weighing him tonight he is 16 lbs and 25 inches long. My mom calls him a bruiser but so far my favorite nickname for him is Buddha Baby.

Today, until another thunderstorm blew in, I took him into the pool for the first time. He squealed, lol, but seemed happy otherwise.

Gabriel still isn’t talking. Don’t get me wrong, he has the ability and he understands everything we say very well, he just refuses to talk. He’ll say the odd thing here and there – yeah, nana, whoa – but mostly it is point and grunt. Some days he’ll be babbling away in toddler speak, but others he clams up.

I’m going to try to get him to his pediatrician soon for a speech therapy referral. My mom estimated that once I’m on the waiting list, it should take until next spring to get in. My mom’s friend, who is a retired teacher, predicted with confidence that he’ll talk in his own good time, and not to worry. She especially felt that way when she learned both Tommy and I talked later than earlier.

It looks like Shawn will join the ranks of a blue eyed boy, leaving me the only one of our little family with dark eyes. I’ve never seen a baby’s eyes change color, and always kind of wanted to. My sister and I have dark eyes, but my little sister and brother both have blue as well. The past four babies I’ve been around didn’t have their eyes change!

Being Born Is Important
by Carl Sandburg

You who have stood at the bedposts and
seen a mother on her high harvest day,
the day of the most golden of harvest moons for her.

You who have seen the new wet child dried behind the ears,
swaddled in soft fresh garments,
pursing its lips and sending a groping mouth toward
nipples where white milk is ready

You who have seen this love’s payday
of wild toiling and sweet agonizing-

You know being born is important.
You know that nothing was ever so important to you
You understand that the payday of love is so old,
so involved, so traced with circles of the moon,
so cunning with the secrets of the salts of the blood
It must be older than the moon, older than salt.