8 Months? Stop this baby train!!!! It’s outta control!
March 8, 2005
Dearest Thomas,
Since your arrival 8 months ago, we have had many nicknames for you:
Mista T
T-bird
Little Man (although your brother did have that one first so it’s a hand-me-down….get used to it kid, we aren’t rich!)
Babyface
Spongebaby Crankypants
Loudmouth
Agent Milkface
and my personal favorite:
Thomas the Tank Engine.
This last one is entirely justified , because you my “Sweet Peanut Butta Butt” are in the 400,000 percentile for weight and height. You’re way over most kids and it’s slightly scary that you are wearing 18 and 24 months sizes. The sheer size of you, (and me having to lift you) keeps gas in our chiropractor’s car (Big shout out to Dr. Jeff!).
On the same note, you are definitely big enough to be sleeping through the night. As in 12 hours. As in what the textbook says you babies are supposed to have per night. Hell I would settle for 8. Okay even 6. But most nights you are up 2, 3 and 4 times…..what’s up buddy boy? Are you trying out for the NFL anytime soon and need to eat THAT MUCH?? Are you on ‘Baby-’Roids??’ Well lemme tell you something “Mista P to da Double O,” I have cleared it with the lovely doctor who delivered you and she went to school for a really long time to give me the go ahead to put your cute little butt on cow’s milk. You better believe that’s happening in one month, “Sir Stink-A-Lot” because I wanna sleep more than an average of 3 hours in a row and feel human again! Daddy gave you about a teaspoon’s worth of milk out of his milk glass at dinner tonight and you FREAKING. LOVED. IT. Your little teeth were clinking against the glass in your ruthless quest to get more. You would have clawed your Dad’s eyes out had I not rushed off to produce another gallon for you. I wanted to go buy bags of Homo right then and switch you over immediately. Unfortunately that isn’t how it works. We have to do it GRADUALLY…..yeah, cuz so far the textbooks have been BANG ON about you….Sure they have.
You are clapping now. We say “YAY!” and you put your precious little hands together and clap. You usually begin to topple over in the process but to see the joy on your face that you are communicating with us is a beautiful thing. And to hear communication from you that is not screaming is, well, fucking awesome. I love you kid, but good gawd, the screaming and whining….your brother never did that. Ever.
We also have to lower your crib mattress this weekend, “Oliver Overachiever,” because you can not only sit up from a laying down position, you can also pull yourself up to a kneeling position. Yeah. Showoff. I’d like to see you rearrange the livingroom and build the rec room your Dad has been putting off. That would be great. And get a job while you’re at it, “Stinkpot.”
Ruffy likes Peekaboo as much as you do. While I sing “Peek-a-booooo,” she starts up singing too…you just look at Ruffy and I like we belong in the loony bin, which is probably true, but you don’t talk yet, so best of luck sending us there!
You’ve said Mama and Daddy in the last 3 days and as much as we want to hear those words from your mouth, I’m pretty sure that when you do say a word and mean it, it’ll be Ruffy. Or FOOD. Whichever. Take your time. We know from past experience, there is no rush at all!
One thing that has changed alot in the last month is the amount of times in a day we can make you laugh….Dylan loves to blow in your face or rip up napkins, Daddy is a throw-you-in-the-air-ruff-and-tumble-until-Mama-has-a-coronary type of Dad, and Mommy makes silly faces and sings to you all day long. You are a joy to be around and we all love your little butt so so much darling….
Love Mama
March 8th, 2005 at 11:42 pm
Wow, he looks so much like Daren it’s freakin’ scary! Well not that Daren is scary looking, just that Little T looks totally like him! LOL! I love the work boot picture…his feet will be that big in about 10 years…freaky! Give the big little man a kiss for me…Hugs…Sassy xo