How blue is his blue?

What does it mean when you dream about dolphins? Actually, I don’t know what it was – a seal/porpoise creature whose fin poked through gray water. He was friendly enough. I stood on a balcony looking over a venetian marina. Jack was around somewhere, in my arms perhaps, in reality sleeping fitfully next to me in bed. He hops until his head hits something, anything, usually my arm or armpit. That’s where he likes to sleep – with his head cradled. I wonder if that’s how he slept in my belly – head cocked at the right angle it will probably always favor? I already think he’s a righty. He favors everything right: Torticollis, rolling, gazing, swatting. But what I love, what I absolutely love, is how he looks out at the trees. We have a large sliding glass door and I’ll set him in front of it and he stares at the leaves rustling in the wind, the tuxedo of light and dark from sun to shadow. Sometimes he falls asleep. Sometimes he watches. I wonder what he sees? But then again, I see it too. All you have to do is watch, slow down enough, study. Seeing through a baby’s eyes is seeing through our own. We were all there, in a place where everything was new, even the light. It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?

the gaze

We took our first dip in the pool. He loved.

White on White. Chunk on chunk

White on White. Chunk on chunk


He turned 5 months old on Friday. He was diagnosed with broncholitis. Antibiotics and he’s much better.
Hi, I'm Jack. I love to laugh, look at the wind through the trees, poop out my diapers, JUMP JUMP JUMP, stick my hands in my mouth (which is probably how I wound up in the hospital with RSV and now have bronchiolitis two weeks later). I also love my bink and hanging on to mom's face. Bed head? Yes, please! I still have dad's ears. 15lbs 10oz and 26.5 in.

Hi, I’m Jack. I love to laugh, look at the wind through the trees, poop out my diapers, JUMP JUMP JUMP, stick my hands in my mouth (which is probably how I wound up in the hospital with RSV and now have bronchiolitis two weeks later). I also love my bink and hanging on to mom’s face. Bed head? Yes, please! I still have dad’s ears. 15lbs 10oz and 26.5 in.


He loves turning the pages. Sometimes it takes him a while to make eye contact (I mean there’s just so much to look at!), but when he does, it’s almost always met with a smile.
Oh Hi!
And, I mean, the hair!
Hair

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4 Responses to How blue is his blue?

  1. Ms. Moon says:

    He becomes ever more gorgeous. I remember my babies looking at the trees and at light. Figuring it all out. Being beautiful.

    • rachelvb says:

      It’s amazing to see the world again through them. He gets this squished face when he sees something and is trying to figure it out. It’s going so fast already.

  2. Angella says:

    Lord, he’s sweet. My little girl was like Jack in that she’s squirm around in the bed till she was right up against you, skin heat to skin heat, and then she’d sleep. I loved it.

    • rachelvb says:

      I do love it, too. He gets so restless sometimes, though. Not really awake, but not asleep and flops all over the place. Whoever said sleeping like a baby was a peaceful thing is a nut job! There’s no one else I’d wake up for so many times a night though =) xoxo

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