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Sunday, August 23, 2009
What I Like About You
I heart Amanda Bynes.
Call me insane, but I think she's got great got comedic timing... and while her movies may not be shows that come with much depth, I never feel worse for watching them. And I think (What I Like About You), that was the name of her TV show...with Kelly from the Old School 90210;but that's not what this is about.
Mr. Holden, What I like about you at 6 months is an entirely different story (figured I ought to get this down since you turn 7 months in about a week.) We just returned home from an INTENSE trip to Bear lake. I say intense because anytime we do anything with your cousins (the Smith's) life takes on an even more grueling pace.
Prior to hanging out with your Aunt Sassa, I felt I had some semblance of being fairly accomplished and busy until you put me up against Cassandra (older sister for those of you just joining our blog-fam)... her pace is like the P-Diddy of Moms. She's driven, fit and she's ALWAYS busy. . .And always finding some way to work-out. Eeek!)
So Mr. Holden, my point is, I can't keep up with her at 31, as a 6 month old -- I think you did splendidly. 4 -6 hours a day on the boat (no beach time for heaven's sake... we're burnin' daylight!) You loved putting your feet in the water, and even though infant life vests seemed to be specifically designed to make you feel uncomfortable, you did fine.
I am grateful Auntie Cassandra suggested bringing your car seat onboard though -- turned out to be the only way you'd sleep (and sleep you did!) I'm still fascinated you could sleep aboard with the soundtrack to HSM3 blaring and the jolt and start-stop of a jimmy-jammer. (PS. Your cousin Tatum can ride that thing for like 45 minutes. Is that normal for 6 years old?!?!?)
So back to the original point at hand: What I Like About You Mr. Holden?
I really think my favorite thing is...
Besides that you smile when I sing the first three letters of the Alphabet song?
Or that you are a rolling fool?
Or that You Mona Lisa Smile when I sing the Lullaby Song to you for sleep time?
Or that You don't seem to like organic carrots but seem to enjoy lemons and tart plums?
Or that you are starting to push up to all fours in a wanna-be down dog?
Or that you can giggle-squeal-laugh pretty much on demand now?
Or that random strangers at restaurants make comments about your good-natured disposition?
Or that while few-and-far between, you are finding a voice to cry when something really isn't right?
Or that you have a love of cell phones and all things 'electronic device?'
Or that you love paper (especially at the doctor's office) and plastic (such that everyday I say to you smiling in motherease 'Paper is not a toy, remember?')
Or that you love to rock it in high chairs when we go out to eat? (I wipe EVERYTHING down of course.)
Or that you're sitting up on your own -- with or without a Boppy?
Or that honeydo pureed and frozen served to you in a clean sock is one of your favorite treats?
I'm sad that you don't snuggle as much to eat anymore... but I understand, there's a whole world to see and the bottom of my chin is probably getting old after 1/2 a year.
I can't believe you're over 18 lbs. Everyone told me you'd grow fast, and it's already happening -- that brings a little wet in my eyes.
What I like about you, Mr. Holden, is that everyday you teach me something new about patience, about the incredible capacity of the heart to expand beyond comprehension and I am so blessed as to be called your mother...
PS. Also, no offense, but I don't really 'heart' the new solid food diapers...