Monthly Archives: August 2014


Daddy made dinner this week.

Store bought corn and green beans (left) and daddy’s dinner cooling (right).

Store bought corn and green beans (left) and daddy’s dinner cooling (right).








Daddy made fresh asparagus, green beans (grown by grandma), and a touch of mango for sweetness. I bought a special blender just for making your dinner.

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And you loved it.

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“She’s giving you her belly”

Mommy and I swam with Manatees earlier this year. We loved it so much we did it again two days later.


The guide instructed us on how to interact with manatees, which are about the size of our sofa, and he told us how to be gentle with them. The manatees enjoyed being scratched. As they would roll over, the guide said, “she’s giving you her belly,” and we’d scratch the massive belly of a manatee.

Mommy and Daddy with manatees

Mommy and Daddy with manatees

So, when you stretch, I say, “she’s giving me her belly,” or something like it, and then I blow on your belly, tickling you.

I’ve done this so much, that last week you started laughing just when I’d say, “she’s giving me the belly,” and before I’d actually blow on your belly.

Last night, you were climbing on me, like you do every night, and you started pulling on my shirt, so you could get to my belly. And then you started blowing on MY belly.

It was the most hysterical thing you’ve ever done. And it was astonishingly smart.

Mommy and I laughed and laughed and you laughed too.

This was the best video we could get (listen carefully, and you can hear the sound you’re making:

Six months old

“Six months ago feels like eons ago,” mommy said tonight. Six months ago we were excited and flying down, and then we were sad and waiting to see what would happen next. And then it took months for the next thing to happen. We had to invite ourselves to a court hearing and gather you up ourselves.

Six months old today, and last night I read the six month chapter of the first year book. So for the first time in the two months we’ve had you, I feel somewhat informed and prepared. I have a reasonable idea of what to expect, of where you are developmentally, and where you’re headed.









You are advanced, exceptionally advanced, concerning mobility. Babies your age don’t usually crawl across the floor, pull themselves up, and stand over a toy basket looking in. Some babies won’t do that until they are older than you and you were doing it two weeks ago.









You’re small for your age, but I wonder if it has anything to do with how active you are . . . you’re going more than you’re growing.


“How is parenthood?”

Two months after bringing you home, I continue to receive congratulations from coworkers and friends about your arrival.

As recently as today, someone congratulated me about you coming home, and asked me, “how’s parenthood?”

I have hundreds of photos of you on my phone, which I eagerly pulled out and shared with them.

“How is parenthood?”

Exciting. Transformative.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before.

An absolute blessing and an answered prayer.

Nearly every moment has been wonderful. The worst, longest night of unhappiness and you crying is better than you not being here with us at all. The dirtiest diaper is better than no diaper at all.

“How is parenthood?”

So much better than mommy or daddy ever imagined, because you’re you.