Mommy and Daddy have a lot of different ways to hold me. They change the way they hold me based on my moods, my needs, and their present physical ability. But even with all the different ways to hold me, we seem to have found a way that works for all of us.
I’ve got fuel, the engine is running, the wheels are turning, but I’m not moving anywhere. This is what happens when all you have is two-wheel drive. I’ve got to learn how to shift into all-wheel drive and then I’m really going places!
I am not a light baby. So Mommy and Daddy’s arms get really tired holding me for a long time. Our solution is a sling. It is a simple baby carrier for babies of all ages. I think most babies like to be tucked completely into the sling in a little bundle, but I like to hang my head over the edge. Trust me, for me this is much more comfortable.
Whenever I am put on my tummy, I try to lift my head up. There is so much more to see in the world when I lift my head up and look around. It is much easier to do that when I am on Mommy or Daddy’s chest than when on the floor. But at that angle, there are some natural consequences to all that abdominal flexing. Like the title of this post says, “Heads up!”
Sometimes when Daddy holds me, he sits me up at a more upright angle. Since I can’t quite hold up my head, I kind of get scrunched down. Mommy says I look like a little king in his thrown. “King Mason”…I like the sound of that. It does make sense. I do rule over this tiny kingdom of mine and have two faithful subjects that tend to my every need. King Mason, indeed.
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Sometimes when I’m sleeping, if you look at me from the right angle, it looks as if I’m smiling. Maybe I am. I definitely am comfortable and happy. It’s not a full blown smile yet, but it’s getting there.
There is so much going on in my young life that I have take some time to process everything. This is my deep thinking time.
I started to find my hand a lot, usually when I’m hungry. I find it, put it in my mouth, and start chewing on it. I don’t really suck on it like some babies do. After chewing on it for a bit and realizing it isn’t food I let it go free to flail about in the way it normally does.
I feel like I’m growing a lot every day. We don’t have a baby scale, but it looks like I gained about a pound of weight. But if you look at me, you can see that it’s not fat. We all think that I’m gaining size and muscle. Except for a slight double chin, I’m not chubby like many babies are at this age. It almost looks like I was born at a one-month-old size and am growing from there.
Another part of me is growing at a fast pace too: my eyebrows. It seems to be a family trait on Daddy’s side. Daddy and Grandpa have very full thick eyebrows that kind of stick out. If you look closely you can see my eyebrows doing the same.
Since I am a good eater, I cam getting heavier and heavier by the day. It is getting more difficult for Mommy and Daddy to carry me for long periods of time. Since I can’t quite hold up my neck yet, that means a lot types of baby carriers are not options. But a sling works quite well. I find it really comfortable and soothing. I squirm a bit at the beginning, make myself comfortable, and then I drift off to sleep. I have to admit, it is a bit cramped, but I don’t seem to mind.
And unlike other types of baby carriers that can be cumbersome and difficult to put on and take off, slings can be slipped on and off without any trouble. So once I fall asleep I can be placed down. Convenient, right?
When Daddy is at work, I keep Mommy very busy. She has to feed me, change me, soothe me, bathe me, put me to sleep, and just keep me happy in every way possible. The only time she has to herself is when I am peacefully asleep. But often, even then, she cannot use that time to do the things she wants. If I am fast asleep on her, looking peaceful and comfortable, she tries not to move in fear that it will disturb the tranquility of the moment. So she is immobilized for the moment. But that can be a good thing. I know that I’m a handful and keep her busy. I know that I cause her to lose a lot of sleep. These serene moments are my way of making sure she sleeps. Because how can you not get sleepy when hold such a cute snoozing baby like me?
I can be a squirmy little baby sometimes. I move my arms, twist my body, and kick out my legs in a weird squirmy rhythmic way. Mommy commented that it looked like I was hula dancing. Daddy added some music to a video that Mommy took and sure enough it kind of looks like some modern-freestyle-creative hula. But all that twisting and swaying got my digestive system going, resulting in some flatulence. Excuse me.
Most of my time during the day is spent sleeping. Depending on the day, a lot of my time awake can be spent crying. It is a very calming and relaxing moment in time when I am awake and not crying. It is an extra bonus when I can be put down on my mat and not fuss. We all appreciate that time. Mommy and Daddy love watching me explore my surroundings and try to work out how to move my limbs.
I haven’t quite worked out this speaking thing. Mommy and Daddy seem to be able to do it without any effort. I can make my mouth move but no words come out yet. Just give me some time. I’ll get the hang of it sooner or later.
I had a rough night last night. I kept crying and crying and didn’t want to be put down. It happens sometimes. The weird thing is that during the day it is much easier for me to be put down.
During the day I’m more likely to stay asleep when put down in my crib, on my chair, or on the floor. But of course, nothing beats being held.
Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.
It is obvious that I find it very comfy to be on Daddy. But it appears that it is pretty comfy for Daddy too.
