Sunday, April 12, 2015

Week 16 - Holding patterns


Week 16 Picture
I'm happy our first kid was a boy. I wasn't sure that a would be. I was originally hoping for a girl though I'm not sure that I could ever tell you precisely why. Honestly, when they're really young, I imagine that there isn't much of a difference outside of the diaper changing details. But now that Jay is getting a little bit older, I'm beginning to really appreciate the fact that he's always going to be my little boy. 


One recent expression of this "boyness" is that as he continues to get stronger, he's been becoming more forthcoming in the way that he expresses a preference for horseplay. There have been instances in the past week where the only way I could get him to stop fussing was to hold him upside down and tickle him. He also seems to get a huge kick out of being held up high in the air over your head and wiggled around. As a result, I have found myself handling him this past week in ways that I never would have imagined shortly after he was born. Although at times he can be a handful with all this new-found strength and energy, I'm having a lot of fun with it. It's makes those moments where he naps quietly on my chest all the nicer by comparison.


This is a short post this week because there honestly was not a whole lot that happened since I last wrote. Kimbre and I kind of feel like we're stuck in purgatory. It's still too early to get excited for the move but it's also too late to devote much time and energy to developing new things here. I think we're also both in the experiencing that ever familiar end of semester burnout - an experience that is only magnified by the amount of work it takes to take care of a three and a half month old boy.


Before I go, however, I'd like to ask you a favor. My mom heads into surgery this week to have a giant tumor in her abdomen removed. Cross your fingers that the surgery goes smoothly and that they find that the tumor is benign. I'm worried sick out her. I can't imagine a world where baby Jay would have to grow up without truly getting to know his Geema. She's a special person and she means a whole lot to me. Please keep her and my family in your thoughts and prayers this week.

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