Archive for March, 2008


March 31, 2008


You have this owl mobile hanging from the ceiling in your bedroom. From day one you have loved to stare at the owl’s bold color and graphic shape. I catch you looking at it after waking up from a nap. I point to the mobile and say “owl” when I think you are paying attention. I figured my efforts had gone unnoticed. Until today.

Me: Where’s Roman’s owl?

You: Head turns and you look right at your mobile.

Me: Where’s Roman’s owl?

You: Head turns and you look right at your mobile.

Me: Where’s Roman’s owl?

You: Head turns and you look right at your mobile.

We’re going to be working on “where’s Mama” next week.


Six months old

March 18, 2008


This month has been amazing. The age you are at is so great, maybe the best yet. You are becoming an individual and we feel like a family. Here’s what you’ve been up to:

It’s scary how fast you can move across a room by rolling. I usually place you on your back, but you flip so quick to your stomach and push up with your arms and look at me as if I should have been timing you. I can tell you really want to crawl. You get up on all fours and rock, but you haven’t figured out how to move forward. This frustrates you.

You like to sit up and play with your toys. Your favorite thing to do is sit in front of your toy basket and pull toys out. You’ll grab a toy from the basket, look at it, place it to one side or the other, then go for another. Sometimes you pause to have a taste of the toy, but usually you are on a mission of emptying the basket. Some of your favorites are- Sophie the Giraffe, a little wooden ball that jingles, wooden rattle/teethers and the baby wipe bag that crinkles.

You still like all things shiny – especially faucets, but now you really like buttons. When I say “buttons” I don’t mean the ones found on clothes. I am talking about “boy buttons” like ones found in elevators, on microwaves, computers, cell phones, remotes. You get crazy excited and point and start moving your arms and make a panting noise. You just HAVE to push the buttons.

Sometimes you sing along when I am singing to you. It kind of sounds like a long drawn out note of “ahhhh” or like a dog howling. It took me a while to figure out you were singing. It’s pretty cute though.

Introducing solid foods has been a process, but you are finally getting the hang of things. Being the oh so independent boy that you are you insist on feeding yourself. You get your own spoon and you sit at the table with us. So far your favorite foods are – pears, apples and apricots mixed with rice cereal. It is SO messy.

You are experimenting with the noises you can make with your mouth. When you like something you use a cute little “ah” sound. When you really like something you squeal pretty loud. When you don’t like something you growl. When you are feeling silly you stick out your tongue and blow bubbles. You are laughing more and think it is funny when we laugh.

While in public you have started to appreciate when someone pays attention to you – especially pretty ladies. You get bashful and flirty and look down with a grin on your face.

We love you.

Hospital Hat

March 11, 2008


This is the hat you came home in 6 months ago. Then you weighed 7 pounds and measured 20 inches – now you weigh 17 pounds and are 27 inches long. Look how far you’ve come!

Mom and Dad

Sneak Peek

March 5, 2008


Today was a beautiful day in March. Perfect for celebrating Roman’s 6 month birthday. I put him in the stroller and headed for a walk around the lake. Something I do with him a lot. This time I stopped, put down a blanket and sat Roman down in the grass. Typical R – he looked all around with a serious expression on his face. He was taking in all the sounds, smells, the view. Then he let out a quiet squeal of joy and threw his hands in the air. A rare act of spontaneity. He looked at me and realized I was witness to this behavior. A huge grin filled his face and I smiled back.

These moments are a peek into his personality. At 6 months Roman is – mellow, cautious, curious, thoughtful, observant, particular, gentle, shy.

I feel privileged to be his mom.