Today we interrupt the regular flow of writing to bring you the monthly update of the little man’s life. So without further adieu, The Canon Chronicles…
My dear Cancan,
You’re officially in the double digits, Little Man! Well, kind of – soon enough we won’t be referring to your age by months, and you’ll be back to the bottom of the age-barrel again, but Baby, that’s life. [More on that lesson in 11 years or so when you enter those creepy-crawly, stuffed-in-locker middle school years.]
You’re a charming, dapper little dude. You’re crawling everywhere, helping me clean the hardwood floors though I’ve not even asked. You pull yourself up onto everything, and we’re learning what it means to actually “baby-proof” the house (although Mama would like to continue to think that in some sophisticated French Bringing up Bebe’ sort of way, this is unnecessary and needless at best. Daddy and the broken pieces of the candelabra disagree. Who’s gonna win?)
You love bouncing in your “bouncy-bouncy”, and the brilliancy with which you now associate objects, knowing what they are, amazes me. You are already my little rocket scientist, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. You say “Da da da da da,” and “Ma ma ma ma ma,” and just yesterday, with tears in our eyes, we really, really in our heart of hearts believed that you put “Da” and Daddy together, and knew they matched. Totally brill, totally brill.
You put everything in your mouth and when you’re the happiest, your tongue is out, permanently affixed in glee. You seem to have an endless oral fixation for my flip flops and Daddy’s slippers – are you a future podiatrist, Little One? You eat chicken and cheese and sweet potatoes and your greens, and you just discovered that goodness called Cheerios last week. Just recently you started to hate nap time, and your nanny-friend, Miss Juvy, helped Mama realize that it’s due to the height of separation anxiety. I say she’s pretty brilliant, too.
All in all, You’ve made me a mama. You’ve done changed everything, and for the better, I’d say. You’ve flipped-turned my world upside down and opened up this new portal of love in my heart. You gave me a new holiday to celebrate, but Baby, just remember to keep on saying thank you to the many mamas in your life – I mean, you don’t need to serve everyone breakfast in bed, but I want you to practice thanking all the women who’ve cared for you and nurtured you. There’s a village who loves you deeply.
Happy 10 months, little one. I love you so.
PS: I totally understand if months-by-age makes you feel better about yourself, so we’ll start with me. I’m 410 months old. How ’bout you?0