Here and Everything In It

Yup, I Think He's My Son

This is me when I was three and a half:

And Innis:

I've sorted out a bunch of Brad's baby pictures as well, so I'll scan those soon and we can do even more comparison! This is fun!

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Sixteen Months

A couple days ago, Innis threw his arms down on the seat of a chair, looked straight up at me, and said:

"HI!"

And I was all, "WHOA," and also: "DID YOU -- HEY! -- DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT???"

But I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, since only minutes earlier he'd been tapping the lenses of my glasses and saying "eye! eye! eye!" and then had proceeded to do the same to Nancy's cat Chloe, though admittedly she wasn't wearing spectacles, which Innis took into account by only poking her in the retina a little bit.

And even though it was TOTALLY obvious that he was saying a WORD, with association --A WORD, PEOPLE -- I was still all, "um, I don't know. Are you sure that wasn't just a lucky grunt?"

Which takes me back to when Innis was a real baby, like, maybe only a few months old, and we went for his checkup and the nurse was like, "does he know his name?" and I was all, "um, probably not," and then she said "Innis!" and he swung his head around towards her like his neck was made of rubber. Like immediately, as in, "FINALLY SOMEONE IS ENGAGING ME IN CONVERSATION."

And my first thought was, "I am a terribly unobservant mother," closely followed by "MAH SON IS A GEEEENIUS!!!"

So in light of this, I would like to officially inform you of the fact that Innis said real words this month, that made sense and had contextual appropriateness, and for which all consonants and vowels were present, accounted for, and articulated. None of this "boohh" for book, and "baahh" for bath nonsense. REAL WORDS. WITH SOUNDS.

He's also been forming sentences out of baby babble lately. These sentences have inflection, and emphasis. My favourite Innis sentence so far has been "berdyberdyberdyber," usually communicated as he grumbles from one end of the living room to the other, preoccupied with solving world hunger, effecting world peace ... or trying to pry crackers out of his Ikea veggie basket.

He's also said "no" a couple times lately (great), and he's become a practiced head shaker. Like, really emphatic head shakes, right from one shoulder to the other.

But, of all things (and this is really unfamiliar ground here), Innis hasn't been as easy to feed this month. I think this is because he's nearly 100% transitioned into adult food (cut into baby sized portions of course), and he's suddenly become reluctant to keep certain textures in his mouth, and seems a little less willing to take my word for how delicious things are now that he's a little more discerning. Rather than use his tastebuds, Innis likes to test food by seeing how far he can launch morsels of it across the kitchen. Pretty far, as it turns out. He's also experimenting with whether or not he can sustain himself on clementines. This isn't working out so well.

AND, he's not sleeping through the night anymore, but I knew this would happen as soon as I mentioned his improved sleeping habits on here a little while ago. It's parent karma, and it will bite your ass.

It was but a brief gift, those few unbroken nights of sleep, but now we're back to trudging into his room to offer back rubs and lullabies two or three times a night.

But on the other hand, what's sleep deprivation compared to baby kisses?

Pucker up!