Reason #17,187 that I love Des so much. Last night, or actually this morning, he woke up around 4:30 in the morning and was just getting his breakdance on in the crib. He didn’t seem particularly hungry and he didn’t seem particularly upset, but I was particularly tired so I picked him up and brought him into bed. He kicked me in the shoulders for a good five minutes before he saw my drooping eyes and followed suit. He turned his head away from mine and started to fall asleep. Then, while at least 80% asleep and with his eyes firmly closed, he turned his head to face mine and grinned at me. Eyes still closed. Grin visible by nightlight. Then, “Zzzzz…”

I’ve come to love posting about all of his doctor checkups along the way. I think it’s because social media has become the modern baby book, and although I didn’t start blogging until Scarlet was eight months old, if I’m ever in question about when she started crawling, walking and talking, I can probably look to my blog for at least a brief nod to her milestones, if not a full out post about them. The Des checkups became something to write about when I had no choice but to schedule them on days in which Scarlet would come too, since schooldays weren’t yet an option in the beginning. And it was chaotic and sweaty and hilarious each time.

Those first trips out of the house with two kids. Alone. In the height of summer. Very postpartum.

The visits now are calmer, as I’m less freaked out about..every inch of his body. No more panicked calls about the soft spot pulsating or the contents of his diaper being a weird smell. The nurse deadpanned: “Bowel movements don’t smell…good” while probably making a note on his file that his mother is a cuckoo’s nest. I’m not ashamed of any of it. Those were my only two panicked calls.

I like to think that Des’ calm demeanor got me through my worst parts, and my calm demeanor got him through his worst parts.

And now instead of biting my nails in the corner while waiting for the doctor to come in, we laugh together and notice that the light streaming through the window looks like a halo on this already angelic boy. He was very cooperative, and moving light isn’t easy:

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And of course, we had to do more funny faces in the mirror:

And other funny things in the mirror, which led to a funny moment when the doctor walked in and found me photographing this:

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“It’s ok! I’m a professional!” I stammered. Professional what? He probably wondered. The word alone doesn’t explain the laughing and photographing that awkward time when your son tries to kiss “another baby” and comes wide-eyed and face to face with cold glass.

What’s more to say about the exam that photos can’t say? Other than that he’s big and healthy and doing what nine-month-olds should be doing, and full out flirting with people of all sexes and ages from across the waiting room. He is engaged and engaging.

And he is connecting and connected. So very connected. It’s his gift. And ours.

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  1. You photos are amazing! I just stopped by from SITS to say hello and had to browse through all those great shots… You certainly are gifted with that camera in hand!

  2. I love your stories! I wish I'd been blogging back when my kids were babies, because I bet I'd have written down a lot more of their stories then! I've learned the hard way!

    1. I really did! I was so freaked out and he's not even my first! He was antibiotics right after birth and it messed with the good bacteria in his stomach until he was about six months or so. So it wasn't just the smell – it was the color and consistency too. However the nurse thought I was nuts and I really wasn't! (Ok, maybe a little)

  3. Oh, love the photos! And I totally relate to the new baby concerns but how the journey gets easier as you get to know the rhythms of your children.

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