A Real Boy
Sometime between three and four months my tiny infant turned into a sweet baby. And between five and six months we are watching him change from a baby to a little boy.
He feeds himself fistfuls of toast. Sits up like a champ. If you put him down in his crib on his back, he can flip over, sit up, scootch to a handhold and pull up to standing. He snores, farts, has dirt under his nails. He has rough patches of skin on his knees and forearms from the Army crawl. He stays up late at night and sleeps in like a teenager. Has opinions about things, foods, activities. Loves looking in the mirror. Very interested in getting the kitteh’s long tail.
He is still bald as a cueball, but he’s no longer a baby. His little boy personality is emerging. He plays with toys and shares with other kids. Has a girlfriend at daycare. Seems resigned to the carseat. When I snuggle him in bed he no longer makes a fetal lump. He stretches out, throws his arms wide or faces away from me so I am curled up to his back. He is growing up so fast.
