I was originally going to not mention Super Tuesday in my blog mainly because it means nothing to my state at the moment. Our primary isn't until March 4, and I plan on being in line bright and early, possibly being turned away. After yesterday I just may actually vote in the Democratic primary just to ensure Hillary Clinton doesn't make it. Anyway, on the Republican side I just have one inquiry: JOHN FUCKING MCCAIN?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
What I was actually wanting to blog about was Deven.
Tonight he was fed cereal and he actually ate it instead of spitting it out or spraying it all over me. It's exciting. Feeding is going to be so much more fun now that we get to fight over who gets to hold the spoon.
Lately I have been thinking about how much he has grown in the last 5 months. He is a totally different baby then the one we brought home from the hospital. We thought we lucked out because of how calm and mellow he was, how he could sleep anywhere at anytime, through anything. We couldn't have asked for a better baby.
He is still an awesome baby and I love him 10x more than the day we brought him home, but it really proves that those first few days and weeks really aren't indicative of what raising this little person is like. He isn't as laid back as he was. Now if you leave him alone for even a few minutes he starts fussing out of boredom. He needs to be nursed to sleep and can't sleep unless I'm with him in my bed. He won't eat out of a bottle because he just doesn't like it as much. He's just a lot more high maintenance then he was at the beginning. Imagine that! A baby being so damn needy.
I have determined that he isn't going to be a roller like Yalena. He can roll from his stomach to his back, but he just doesn't even though he hates being on his stomach. Because of this he hasn't even expressed interest in rolling from his back to his stomach. When you lay him on his stomach he kicks his legs and scoots around on his belly. I think he is going to be commando crawler. Well, I really hope he is because thats awesome.
He's still mellow. He is as complacent as can be. He's content being where he is and will hit his milestones when he feels like it. He's not in a big hurry to scurry around and explore, which means we get a little more time to baby-proof the apartment. I do realize this could change at any time.
So he's no longer the same baby who could be laid down in his swing and would drift off to sleep. So now he needs someone bouncing him around and keeping him entertained at all times. He's still the best thing to happen to us. I am convinced he and I are soul-mates, that there isn't another mother out there who could appreciate or love him the same way. I believe this little family was indeed meant to be.
Man, I hope I am still able to speak this optimistically 3 years from now.