I've come to realize that the life of a baby is really quite simple. Not that this is a sudden realization, for I have known it for a while, but it seems that reflecting upon it now, it must be nice to have everything taken care of for you. An infant's needs are minimal;, food, clean diaper, sleep, and entertainment. That's it. If only life could continue to be that simple as we grew up, but alas, it is not. Anyway, enough about me lamenting for a moment my hectic life as compared to that of my son and on to my son and his life. This week seemed to bring about a slight change in his features. His head seems to be growing a bit more and his facial features are slowly becoming more defined. Every week he changes a little bit more, slowly changing from a handsome baby to a handsome little boy. I know, don't rush things, and trust me, I'm not, but it just seems like this past week the changes in his face have been more noticeable than in weeks past. While his face is slowly changing, so is his repertoire of sounds. He has taken to singing quite beautifully, or talking as we like to put it, a lot more than he used to. There are some consonants slowly slipping into his vocabulary, making his sounds morph more into an infantile Gregorian chant than anything else. The only part that throws off the chanting is his occasional high pitched squeal that he throws into the mix. It seems that most of the time, he is the most vocal when rolling around on his belly, searching for the proper method to propel himself forward on hands and knees.
There was a funny instance over the past weekend in regards to our son's talking. We went to 730 mass last Sunday as we usually do at our church. It is an early mass with not many children or for that matter babies in attendance. Most of the people who sit around us are usually happily distracted with our son and his incessant smiling. He normally does really well through mass, having his morning snack through part of it. Well, by the end this past weekend we could tell he was getting a little tired and when the priest got up to give the weekly announcements, our son decided to give him a little competition and try to hurry him along. He started singing at the top of his lungs, his ahhhhh's and ohhhh's echoing through the Church. He wasn't fussy, or screaming, he was just talking/singing really loudly. He got so loud that the priest, who had a microphone to assist him, had to talk louder just to be heard over our son. Everyone around us couldn't stop laughing. I myself had trouble stifling my laughs. The best part was, he didn't stop until the priest stopped and the last song started at which point he was content with listening to everyone sing. The way he is going right now, he will be talking up a storm as soon as the words start coming. A part of me can't wait to hear his questions, to hear him start figuring out the world vocally, but I am still content with where he is right now, testing his vocal range, exploring the different sounds he can make, and enjoying every second of his simple life.
It is interesting that when you get in tune with your own son (or children for anyone else), you can tell sometimes what he is going to be doing in a few minutes. You gain the ability to judge how he will react to different stimuli, how he will handle certain excursions, or what his temperament will be like depending on how much sleep he got. Yet despite this, there will always be those days where the trump card gets thrown in and everything goes out of whack. It seems the past few days have been a little different than usual. With his incessant rolling around and moving, he has been getting overly tired more quickly, yet likes to stick with his normal 2.5 hours of napping. There will be days when he gets more, but on average, he likes his 2.5 hours and that's it. It seems he is getting to the point where he just wants to eat more because he is expending more energy, and doesn't want to sleep because there is too much going on around him. To be fair, we don't over stimulate him by any means. We can tell when he is getting tired and try to calm him down, resort to activities that don't require rolling all over the floor, yet it doesn't always work. He can be such a fidget sometimes that it makes it hard to hold him. He squirms all around until you put him back on the floor or in his high chair. But that's our son, active little guy, and nothing is going to change that until he starts crawling and soon after I am sure, walking. For now, we will just let him figure it out, roll around to his heart's content, and vocalize every sound he wants to. This week was wonderful and I can't wait to see what next week brings with our growing son.
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