I was glancing back at the last couple of posts that I have made (not-so-recently–bad blogger!!), and there’s this prevailing theme of adjustment and coping. The difficulty of those first few months as we dealt with colic, milk allergy, reflux, and just the general transition to a new baby was definitely not fun. I don’t remember it being that way, AT ALL, with Autumn and Lawson, but of course, I was younger, they were younger, the grandparents were younger, and life was simply not as complicated. I wasn’t working on a master’s and serving in ministry.
I had no intention of blogging today; I was merely looking for a recipe I needed for this evening. But as I skimmed over those posts, I glanced up at Truitt playing on the floor in front of me: happy, content, fun, and I realized that I couldn’t not blog about him and how different things are now that he is seven months. I owe it to to him, really.
You know that old Virginia Slims commercial? You’ve come a long way, baby? That’s Truitt. At six months, he had eight teeth, was sitting up and crawling. He’s pulling up and doing some rudimentary cruising now. His crawling is turbo packed as he chases after Lawson and Autumn, bound as he is to be in the same room with them. He will probably wind up with slightly addled brains from the number of times he falls and bonks his head during the day, determined to stand and toddle instead of remain seated. I’m thinking about getting him a helmet.
He loves mashed potatoes, yogurt, scrambled egg yolk, and pancakes, but still refuses to hold his own bottle, lazy thing. He is the first of three babies that I am actually having to baby-proof the house for, and is teaching us all every day how to be better parents and siblings as we stretch ourselves, and find that we have untapped reserves of love, patience, and humor. At least–that’s what I see. I’m sure that Autumn just sees that she’s losing computer time as she keeps an eye on Tru while I’m in the shower, and Lawson just sees that he has to keep his voice down while Tru’s napping. But whether they realize it or not, they’re learning to step outside of themselves, and put someone else’s needs first.
It’s hard to reconcile this baby who studies us thoughtfully one moment and then offers a cheeky smile with the same one who wailed miserably for a steady fifty percent of most days the first four months of his existence. It’s a miracle.