Jack has a tooth coming in up top (#5). It seems to be giving him a lot of trouble. He was up for over an hour in the middle of the night twice last week, which never happens. Yesterday, he was whining and pulling at my legs right after nursing, so I lead him into the kitchen and offered a banana. Catching sight of the fruit, he launched sideways across the room, smacking the cabinet head-first. Maybe the tripping over everything and nothing is growth-spurt related, because that’s also happening a lot now. Jack’s vocabulary has also increased by leaps and bounds this week. As of yesterday, it includes cookie, since he got one when he asked for it by name. This is a big month for him. Hang in there, buddy!
My son Hugo is four. He surprised me by his awareness and curiosity about death last fall. He seems pretty perceptive for a little guy, and sensitive – at least as far as how death would immediately affect him. I was moved by his considerable fear when he hasn’t had much firsthand experience with loss. I’m still figuring out how to talk religion and philosophy with him, and I feel like I’m a little late on some things. So I broached the subject of Easter this week. Continue reading
I love it when Hugo assigns the role of a superhero to his baby brother Jack. The first time I remember it happening, Hugo was playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Hugo was Raphael, my husband became Leonardo and I was Donatello. Jack was crawling around good-naturedly, wanting to be near Hugo. By virtue of his lightning-fast reflexes and Zen-like calm, baby Jack had naturally become Master Splinter. Continue reading