Who Should I Be More Proud Of?

First, we have exhibit A:


Exhibit A managed to get into my bathroom. This is no easy task. First, he managed to get inside the building, which involves two heavy doors or a revolving door and an even heavier door. Second, he either made it past another door, many flights of stairs and yet another door, or he got on the elevator, rode it up many levels and got off on our floor. Third, he would have had to get into our apartment. Fourth, he got to the back of our apartment and sat down on my toilet.

Next, we have exhibit B:

A nine-month old baby boy. Exhibit B does not like to sleep. Exhibit B has been known to grind his teeth, bite his thumb, scream in falling octaves, and has even resorted to giving wide-mouth kisses in order to not fall asleep. But look!:


Exhibit B fell asleep on his own without a single protest. He put his head down, moaned, and was asleep in less than five minutes. No crying, no fussing, no babbling, no screaming. Just sleeping.

I really don’t know who to be more proud of today.

The Nine Month Mark!

Well, I’ve made it past the first nine months of raising a child. So far so good!

He is growing like a weed. At his check-up the other day he was a solid 21 pounds and was 29.5 inches tall. So, he’s no longer in the 97th percentile like he used to be, but he’s still a tall boy! The Doctor commented on how much hair he had, to which I replied, “I just had it all cut off!

I asked if it was normal that he hated to cuddle. I made sure to make it clear that it’s not that he just doesn’t need to cuddle all the time, it’s that he hates it. It’s normal, apparently, and probably just means that he’ll be a very self-sufficient, strong-willed, child. The first sounds great, the second? Not so much. At least not for me.

Congratulations, Alex, on being so wonderful. Congratulations to me, too, for making it through so many sleepless nights without ever getting a cuddle in return. At least I get nonstop smiles.

Zach and Alex Playing