You asked to hold Evelyn for the first time one evening when she was two or three days old. You held her for about one second and then started pushing her off your lap. You weren't being mean, you were just finished. You asked again last night, she's 4.5 weeks. It was the third time you've held her overall (you held her for a second in the hospital). You've never been into people sitting down holding babies--not as a baby being held, and apparently, not as a brother doing the holding.
Once she was about a week old, you started telling me to put her in her swing. You typically did this when you had another plan for what I should be doing at the moment. Overall you've been so patient and so sweet, but not overly involved. You were not in to the family pictures we attempted when Evelyn was two and a half weeks old. That seemed to be your first big day of acting out due to the baby--or maybe just overall fatigue. Or, even more likely, reacting to the overall fatigue of your parents!
You love to set things out of your reach and then lean out towards it as far as you can while saying, "I can't reach it!" After we acknowledge that, no, you can't reach it, you proclaim, "I'll get it!" You then proceed to run and pick it up.
Now, if you don't care for what you've been served to eat, you carry the plate to the kitchen counter. It's a good thing, in that you've learned that it doesn't help much to kick and scream about it. It's a bad thing, because when we don't let you take it back, or don't offer a substitute you're hoping for (popsicle? ice cream, anyone?), you start screaming then. So, really, we're still sort of delaying the inevitable. Ha! No, in all honesty, you're getting much better with your eating.
On October 3rd, you ran right back with your speech therapist "Miss Jenny." This was the first time you've done this it's me dropping you off, but in my opinion it was really soon in the process (you've only been going since September 19th). I was THRILLED, because you're obviously liking it to be already running off with her when it's time. She got you to sing "Wheels on the Bus," and she was impressed. I'm so glad you're letting her in, because you know and say SOOOOOO much, but you don't sing and talk to everyone. She told me your articulation is already improving, and I agree to an extent, but I think also, you're just finally showing her what you already know how to do. I spend a good part of the hour you're at speech praying that it's going well. Your family and friends can't wait to hear and understand more of what you're thinking. You're such a precious little boy, and you're an amazing singer (and dancer!).
When we put you in time out now, you say, "Mommy! Daddy! Evie!" If you know Daddy's isn't home, you just call me and Evie. It's hilarious.
You love being tickled. You tell Daddy to tickle you in the kitchen, which really means you want to be chased around the house. You're already too fast to run in the house. Injuries are more and more severe because of your break neck speed. For some reason, you think it's funny to tickle my nose. You get in my lap and say, "Tickle nose! Tickle nose!" And the other day you asked for butterfly kisses. We had not done those in probably six months!
You still enjoy playing in the sprinkler, even on cool-ish mornings. By the end, you're freezing. I put your sweatshirt on you a few mornings ago, because it was chilly in the house. You asked to go outside and make a snowman! Your dad and I got a kick out of that!
The day after Evelyn turned 3 weeks, you climbed into her bassinet AND into her swing. Thankfully she was not in either of them at the time. Since then, you've climbed into the swing multiple times; but I'm thinking (hoping), you've embraced the exceedingly clear message that that's a definite "No."
And finally, you've mistakenly shown your hand--you're GREAT at cleaning up. When you want to do it, you could practically clean the whole living room by yourself.
Your mom finally ran and played with you in the backyard today--for the first time in a long time! Evelyn took a nap on the sofa, and we kicked and threw the ball. Hopefully it was the beginning of having your old mom back! (She sure hopes so!)