*pardon me while I word vomit about how much I love my children. i’ve been writing this post for about a month and a half. some of it’s probably not even relevant anymore. things change pretty quickly around here these days.*
T & N,
Never in my life did I think I was capable of loving two beings the way I love you. Yet here we are, six months later, and my love for you grows by the day, the hour, the minute.
Your smiles, your laughter, your stubbornness, your tears.
Every single thing you do makes my heart feel as though it may just burst right out of my chest.
My first born, my eager little man. The one that could wait no longer to meet us. You kicked and somersaulted and punched your way through seven months on the inside and you’ve been a mover and a shaker on the outside as well.
Your steel blue eyes are curtained with dark, lush lashes (for dayyyys) that will undoubtedly get you out of so much trouble some day. At a very young age, you somehow learned that sticking out your bottom lip was the key to getting exactly what you wanted. You’ve since mastered “the lip” and can turn it off and on like an old pro.
Your once shy smile has turned into a wide, sparkly-eyed, beaming expression that makes everyone near you light up too. People say you look a lot like your daddy and they are absolutely right!
At your six month appointment you weighed in at 15lbs, 11 ounces, 26.75 inches long, which means you remain the little big brother, though not by much. Of course I love everything about you but I simply cannot get enough of your tiny hands. There is something so sweet about them I just can’t describe it.
You once screamed any time my breast was near your face. Even if it’s the only battle I win for the next eighteen years, I am so glad I never gave up the fight to nurse you. You fought hard, but in the end we both won. You nurse beautifully. A perfect latch, not too rushed, one aforementioned tiny hand gracefully perched upon my chest or grasping onto my finger. It was worth the fight.
Some of your favorite things include playing airplane, playing your “piano”, music in general (especially grandma singing to you!), blowing raspberries with dad, playing in your Exersaucer, and watching tv (yep- daddy’s boy).
You can roll over, both ways, but back to front is your jam these days. You’ve been working really hard on perfecting that roll lately.
Other than some cooing, you’ve been fairly quiet up until the past few weeks. But as of late you really like to use your voice. It is soft and sweet and angelic. You make a noise that sounds an awful lot like the word “Hi!” And every other “word” that comes out of your mouth starts with ma, much to your daddy’s dismay.
You’re becoming more and more interested in your brother and seem to enjoy being near him, now greeting him with smiles rather than the blank stares you once gave him. This goes for your furry brother, too. Luckily he doesn’t seem to mind when you grab a hold of his hair.
You obviously like us a lot because you refuse to fall asleep, no matter how tired you get. I keep telling myself it’s because you don’t want to miss one minute with me. We know you’re tired because you do this weird thing where you move your little hand quickly to and from your mouth. It truly is the funniest and strangest thing. Your FOMO has forced us to use the cry it out method on you. It’s not the easiest thing I’ve done but we have made progress so I know it’s working.
It seems like you’ve been teething for two months now, yet there is not physical evidence of any teeth surfacing in the near future. Just tons of drool, the occasional “drool rash”, gnawing on everything, a little irritability and some night waking.
Even before you were born, Theo-Bo-Beo, I knew you were a force to be reckoned with. In the first few weeks I was truly concerned that we had a fussy boy on our hands with you. But you have become the absolute sweetest, most lovable boy.
Nolie Polie, Nolie Cannoli, Noliesaurus Rex, Nolie Gator. Also known as the boy with too many nicknames. Sometimes I feel guilty for giving you a name that is so easily translated into nicknames, and other times it’s just perfect. You are such an easy going guy, and a goofy one too. You’re so laid back, unless you’re hungry, in which case LOOK OUT!
With sky blue eyes, chubby cheeks, and ears that stick out on top, you take after mom in the looks department. Your entire face smiles when you’re happy and you have a positively infectious giggle. You are such a joy!
Lately it’s been a little more difficult to capture that joy, as you’re pretty intrigued by the phone…
You may be the younger brother by 26 whole minutes, but that doesn’t mean you’re the little brother. At 16lbs, 1oz, 28 inches long, you’re quickly growing out of 6 month clothing and more comfortable on the 9 month end of things.
You battled some pretty serious reflux for those first few months and nothing seemed to help. We had a scary episode of you (presumably) choking on spit up, and briefly not breathing, that warranted an overnight in the children’s hospital but you handled it all so well! You continue to spit up like its your job but at least there doesn’t seem to be pain involved any more. Just lots of wardrobe changes.
You love to stand. If you’re in our laps, you want to stand. If we lay you down, you immediately try to sit up. You have some serious core strength, baby boy. And if I had to guess, right now I’d say you’re going to walk before you crawl. You can roll over, but you don’t seem too interested in doing so most of the time. You’re pretty much just content whenever we place you so no need to roll. 🙂
You’re obsessed with your feet, you love mom’s hair, and you are a talker. Sometimes you just make babbling noises, other times you say lots of ma sounds, and even your daddy will admit that you straight up said mama the other night. I won’t fool myself into thinking that you know what it means but it doesn’t break my heart that you said it! You also love the Exersaucer and piano mat and you just love your brother, beaming at the sight of him. Bath time is also a favorite. You love to splash water everywhere. I can’t wait to get you in the pool!
You’re much more capable of self soothing so sleep training has been a breeze with you. If you cry once we put you down its usually because you have a gas bubble that needs out. Speaking of gas…you, my dear, are a farting and burping machine. You already think farting is funny so I can only imagine how funny you’ll think it is when you start school and have classmates to “impress”.
You’ve always been a fan of nursing so that continues to go well for us. If you’re on my lap and the least bit hungry, you know just where to go for a snack. We’ve reached the point where you like to grab my hair, my eyes, my lips while nursing. Or just sort of slap my chest. You think that’s really fun.
Actually there isn’t much that you don’t find fun. You truly find something to smile or laugh about in almost any situation.
I’ve always felt the need to coddle you a bit more, due to your extra needs at birth, your trip back to the hospital, etc. but you are proving to be such a strong, healthy boy, Nolie Polie. You don’t need my extra attention nearly as much as I need you and your brother.
//you two are my universe. my heaven on earth. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my half years watching you learn and grow.//