Squid’s Word

She was born just after Thanksgiving. Yeah I know, this post is a long time coming. She was perfect; all the parts were in place. I am blessed beyond my ability to describe. I would look at her and marvel. 

Actually, I still do.

If you’re a parent you probably know what I’m talking about: It’s about two hours after they have made their entrance. You’re making googly with the baby. Touching their hand, touching their face, cooing at them, kissing your wife, etc.

Cell phone calls, text messages, updates to waiting relatives, nurses checking IV’s and patient status (”…please sign this….”). Doctors poking and prodding.  It isn’t until later there is time to reflect. Time to process all that has happened. 

As each of my children grow, I get to enjoy a new stage of development; in them and in me. But it’s that first year of life. that helpless, sleepless first year of each of them that is my constant companion.

With Jasmine it was carrots and laughter. We fed her so many carrots her nose started to turn orange. With Pink Pixie it was colic and tickling. she loved to be tickled. Actually she still does.Monkey boy, there was making sure the equipment was covered while you changed him. You risked a shower if you didn’t.Boys have an under developed sense of aim at that age if you know what I mean.