Our five-week-old filly
Little baby Sophie nears her fifth week. What a month we’ve had!
Some of my favorite things:
How Sophie ends a clutch of sneezes with an little, endearing vocalization. Her gaze, attentive and oh-so-alert. The warmth of her body (against my tummy) through the wall of a sling. How she melts happily into a warm bath. Feeling her suck my pinkie-joint. Seeing her head-control strengthen and her eyes gain their focus. Talking in stream-of-consciousness to her like a daddy James Joyce. Dancing with her around the bedroom and listening to tunes (Bob Marley and Lisa Loeb/Elizabeth Mitchell). Bouncing her into calmness—-and to sleep—-atop a yoga ball. Rolling her, shoulder-over-shoulder, across the bed, like unwinding a bolt of fabric. The satisfaction of finally coaxing one good burp from her. Her contortions as she tries to push out a poop or a belch. How her fingers are as svelte as Mommy’s, and her feet, the exact size and shape of chicken nuggets. How every day Luna learns a little bit more about her. The grins and comments she elicits, like, “Oh, what a tiny little baby,” or, “Look at that baby; she’s still so new!” Finally joining the throng of daddies, mommies and babies gathered Wednesdays on the grass at Columbia Park (a.k.a. “baby central”) next to the local farmer’s market. Having an uncomplaining model to photograph.
Some not-so-favorite things:
Well, that time she raked her little nails across my eyeball. Trying to calm/console/amuse the little peanut while I’m at the edge of exhaustion. Her protests and misery after we’ve strap her into her carseat. Having only a free hand to handle chopsticks at a sushi restaurant (baby’s in the other arm, natch). Being on the receiving end of warm gush of spit-up.
On balance:
The favorites win!
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