All That I Need -Blind Melon

i want to tell you about eliot. i have talked so much about the other one on here, and now it's time, friends. time to talk about the baby. i haven't said much, for fear of precipitating the drop of the other shoe, but my heart's bursting for this kid. when we had one child, i was positive that i couldn't possibly have any more love for anyone else. my heart was full to overflowing for my little family. but then. THEN. oh, how wrong i was.


i adore my little fat-cheeked boy. and magically, i don't love anyone less. in fact, i think i love everyone just that much more. our little family of four is a lot of fun. NOW, don't get me wrong. shit happens over here. i think you recall my post a couple back in regards to a certain autism center and shit going on in that department. let me make it abundantly clear that there is plenty of crapola around these here parts.

but i want to tell you about this baby. he sleeps a lot. A LOT. i didn't know that babies, in fact, were supposed to sleep a lot. emerson wasn't a horrible sleeper. still isn't TOO bad (don't get me started). but this kid? wow. sleeps so much that at first, i totally freaked out and told the pediatrician, and she was all AND? i was like BUT HE SLEEPS. ALL THE TIME. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME. IT'S WEIRD. and she was like DUDE. that's what babies do. and the lightbulb went off and i was like OHHHHHHHH. got it. so this is sort of fun. in fact, he's sleeping right now.

also, he's happy. inexplicably, joyfully, ridiculously happy. he smiles all the time. seems like he was born smiling. he has started laughing, and what fun that is. i forgot how stupid you must act, giddy and dorky, when you hear a baby laugh. we all jump around like idiots when he does it, trying to make him do it again. he laughs a lot at emerson. he freaking LOVES his big brother. his face lights up when he hears em's voice. and emerson kisses and hugs him all the time. oh, i know it's the honeymoon period for them, and i'm savoring every moment.


he's insanely good-natured. today, he had his 4-month checkup, and got three shots. he made a pouty face and cried for about two seconds, and was all smiley and flirty with the nurse again. i bumped him on the head the other day, and he just grinned at me. the universe knew that we needed a low-maintenance baby, and gave us eliot.

lest you think he has no faults, i'll tell you (and he'll totally thank me for this later) that he's supremely farty. to the nth degree. i mean, all the time. and stinky. babies aren't supposed to be stinky farters, but this one? hoo boy, he is. BIG TIME. which is nice, because we can all blame whatever issues we might be having on the baby, and everyone buys it. smeliot. you think i'm kidding? i'm really, truly not. this kid stinks a lot of the time. the rest of the time, he smells sweet and delicate as a baby should. but DAMN, GINA!

he's strong and huge and amazing and i'll stop now. guess what? i love this baby.