Bright happy boy,
you shine like a new penny pressed to be held
bobbing, rocking, like a toy boat in a blue baby pool.
If only I could capture your beaming smile in a camera lens,
but it is only for me- when we are face to face, nothing between
I adore you, raspberries blown into your neck
There is now a distinctive "buh" sound coming from you
mornings are the most vocal, your lush and raspy
sounds growing longer and more meaningful
tummy down, you roll off of my torso in the morning bed
and practice on the floor during the day, cooing and sucking
on your hands- it is hard work
There is newness every day- more activity, more interest.
When you are with me at the kitchen table to try to pull my
food toward your mouth- as I have let you taste banana, apple,
before- just tastes. They are enough- you want more, you are
ready for food, but I am not ready for you to have it yet.
You nurse well and I think there is enough milk, but you pinch
at my breasts and jesus it hurts- i hold your little fingers away,
preventing the pain
you move like an inchworm, when you want to move or get away
that is the best way I can put it- squnching down or back.
You practice trying to sit up all day long, pointing your toes up
toward the sky and doing a mini situp- trying to get there, but not yet.
In the morning, after talking and smooching and cuddling in the big bed,
you are happy alone in your exersaucer for 15 minutes or so,
chewing on and pulling at the colorful, musical toys encircling you.
Suddenly you want to grasp at everything! Reach and grasp
and such delight at the connecting with objects.
you are my boy- gray blue hazel eyes and expressive brows,
you are becoming more you every day and I am so lucky to see it all...
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