21 months of Adamosity
You were in Poland for half of the last malkovitchin’ month, so I don’t have a lot to say. Fortunately, your mama took quite a lot of pictures.
We took your visiting Auntie Em up the Soča Valley and stopped in Bovec for coffee and piškoti. For a while there we were a bit paranoid about your socialization, but this month seems to have had a stabilizing effect. You’ve begun socializing at the igrišče this month, interacting with the other kids on slide, bouncy bouncers, and spinning globe. You adapt easily to being a guest in other people’s homes, and to having guests in yours. You LOVED this sudden auntie and pretty much insisted on her being involved in every Lego® tower and book-reading during her stay with us. You tried to get in the elevator with her as she was leaving. You tried repeatedly to kill her, just like you do us.
Here you are giving her an orientation to survival in arid conditions.
A rare picture of you and your papa. In the background you can see some heavy-equipment-facilitated destruction of the upper cablecar station on Kanin. You were all into the heavy equipment. The belching diesel bonfire, not so much.
While in Poland you had the opportunity to TOTALLY CHARM your grandparents. While I was crying myself to sleep every night…
You also seem to have found some time to yourself for quiet introspection.
You have been changing really, really fast this month. There’s sort of a steep curve/plateau thing alternating here. When I picked up you and your mother at the airport last week, I was struck by how enormous you looked after just two and a half weeks apart. And it seems that your playing and learning and connections and interactions change day-by-day in a way that fills me with intense wonder and pride and at times terrifies me. There are days when I have the sense that time is surging by and stripping your babyhood away before our eyes, and that any minute now I’ll look over to see that you’re covered with tattoos for bands I haven’t even heard of. Then we wash you and you howl like a toe-stubbin’ rhesus monkey, just like old times. We’ve moved away from the afternoon nap recently, and your inability to civilly make it to even an early bedtime removes all illusions of you actually outgrowing the baby label. For now.
In addition to the wonder that is Thomas The Tank Engine, you’ve gotten all Winnie-The-Pooh on us this month.
You still like hedges. In this crazy, mixed-up world, it’s comforting to know that some things never change.
Don’t lose this look.
While your son continues to demonstrate that everyone loves him, particularly any camera within clicking distnace, I think that the Land of Cute may soon need to be departed, before the sucrose level inflicts everyone, including your readers, with diabetes.
Might I suggest changing the headgear he’s currently sporting to this or this.
…on thinking more about this, forget my suggestions entirely. He’ll have enough years under his own control to dress badly. While he’s still in your tight sartorial grips, “cute”’s the way to go.
PS. What do you hold in front of the camera to keep his attention and his eyes so wide open? A burek? Large denomination bills?
Comment by DarkoV — Tuesday 12 September 06 @ 22.25 MDT+2.00
Darko:
1) Yes, it is all a bit much, isn’t it? We’ll try to make the next one much less cloying.
2) Do-rag suggestions have been forwarded to his
monkey-butler valetmother. Thanks, for, erm, that.3) Bacon. Lots of bacon.
Comment by sgazzetti — Wednesday 13 September 06 @ 08.09 MDT+2.00
I must agree with DarkoV. Some of my teeth rotted and fell out as I read this and gazed upon Adam’s profound adorableness. He sure can work it.
A family has movied into my building with their adorable howling buckwheat baby girl who is about the same age as Adam. She alternately howls and giggles, and is a COMPLETELY adorable child. I feel so bad for them all though. Mom, dad, and baby must all be exhausted from the stress.
Comment by Jagosaurus — Wednesday 13 September 06 @ 14.09 MDT+2.00
Sing it. Exhausted. Stress. These are pretty much givens at some point, if not all points, in parenthood, unless your kid is some kind of creepy pixie changeling. One of the trade-offs.
Good use of ‘buckwheat’, by the way. I award you a lucky ham.
Comment by sgazzetti — Thursday 14 September 06 @ 15.34 MDT+2.00
Oooohhhhhh. Can I cover my eyes with this ham?
Comment by Jagosaurus — Friday 15 September 06 @ 14.17 MDT+2.00
I want to eat those cheeks up!!! SO cute!!!
Comment by victoria winters — Friday 15 September 06 @ 20.16 MDT+2.00