Today you woke us up at your usual 7:00 am. When I went in to get you from your crib, you smiled at me, jumped up and down in excitement and let loose a whole monologue in your own language. I truly wonder what you were trying to tell me. When I was changing your diaper you started clapping for me and looked at my face and said, “Mama.”
When I gave you some cheese cubes to eat with breakfast, you would put one in your mouth and then one in mine. I told you to reach for the stars and you threw your arms up over your head, smearing sweet potatoes in your ears. Then you were playing on the floor after breakfast and I said, Dance, dance!” and starting dancing wildly around you. You imitated me by waving your arms and bouncing. I have to credit my lovely friend Laura with that move since I saw her do it with her son and I couldn’t resist. You noticed that every time you say, “Mama” I clap so now you just automatically clap for yourself right after saying, “Mama.” I love how you’ve linked the two.
While crawling from room to room after breakfast and before your morning nap, you made rapid popping sounds with your mouth while also saying, “uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.” So it was, “pop pop pop uh uh uh pop pop pop uh uh uh.” You laughed gleefully after thinking you spied an unmanned bowl of Stormy’s food on the floor. When I stepped in out of nowhere to intervene, you yelled loudly at me in baby language.
There was one bad fall – you slipped backwards from your piano and fell and hit your head. There were lots of tears but you were ok in only a few seconds of cuddles, but my heart still broke a little.
You also figured out how to turn my camera on and I didn’t notice until a lot of battery power drained away!
After an impressive two and a half hour nap, I showed you a bottle of milk and you said, “Mama!” So…milk and Mama are the same thing. Interesting. Water doesn’t get that reaction.
We took you to the Taste of Amherst festival where Daddy flew you through the air and you giggled and made onlookers everywhere smile. You helped me eat my baked potato and hot dog and even tried a fruit smoothie. After we couldn’t take the heat, we escaped to the air-conditioned Whole Foods where we kept you in your infant seat and hooked it into the grocery cart. At one point we both looked down at you, Daddy singing a (vulgar) silly song and me kissing and tickling your feet and you just looked up at us with a close-lipped dreamy grin. Everyone dreamy-grinned after looking at you.
We got home and fed you a messy lunch of milk, sweet potatoes, bread and cheese. I turned away for a second too long and heard a strange sound. I looked at you and you had the whole giant tupperware of sweet potato chunks in your hands because I left it too close to your highchair. You didn’t mash your hands in them. You didn’t drop the whole heavy thing to the floor. You just took one chunk out for yourself and then dropped one on the floor for Stormy. And repeated. I had to intervene by then but I was pretty impressed. You rubbed your eyes and we took your second nap time as a chance to sneak in a little “Doctor Who.”
Then we had a special Father’s Day dinner of Bowman’s Famous Mac and Cheese and a little sausage. You giggled at how delicious the food was. Together we said, “Mmmmmmm!” After dinner I was really tired and you were really active and I didn’t know how I could last until your bedtime. We went outside for a photo shoot and you kept trying to eat my lens cap. I put it on our little deck and you were so determined that you climbed that big stair all by yourself to get to the lens cap. You hadn’t done that before. We got hot and went back inside where you kept trying to mess with everything and I followed you around, exhausted.
However, our wind-down time was so sweet. I put a timber wolf puppet on my right hand and made the timber wolf bark and tickle your ears. You have such a delicious giggle. I decided that the puppet was to be called Matt Geary, pronounced “Gary” and not “Geary” like the street in San Francisco. At this point, I realized we were both pretty done with the day with me making up strange stories and you rubbing your eyes. I tried to spoon with you on the floor and you kept inching away and trying to mess with toys on the floor. Daddy came in to say goodnight and we talked about how awesome you are and how every day with you is Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. Then I sang you The Cure and put you in your crib and you didn’t fight sleep at all. And I know I said it 107 times today but I wanted to tell you again that I love you.
All in a day’s Scarlet.