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?
We took our first dip in the pool. He loved.
He turned 5 months old on Friday. He was diagnosed with broncholitis. Antibiotics and he’s much better.
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.
And, I mean, the hair!
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