Ezra has been such a wonderfully happy ball of cuteness lately that I’m starting to wonder why I didn’t have babies sooner and when I can have 20 more. He smiles and coos and babbles and giggles and sticks out his tongue and blows raspberries all over the place. He loves people. He loves the funny sounds they make. He loves poking and grabbing and smooshing their faces. He loves being the center of attention. He gets upset when we stop looking at him and yells out to remind us that he’s still there, still being cute. He loves tummytime and bathtime and storytime. He hates naptime. He loves Dance Party time with dada, and he’s already learned mama has no idea how to dance. He’s mesmerized by his feet, the kitties, anything that lights up. He twists his whole body around to stare at the tv whenever it’s on, even though mama says no tv, not even The Daily Show. When he’s sleepy and you put your hand close to rub his head, he grabs on to your entire arm and pulls it across his tiny body and buries his face in your palm and only then will he close his eyes. I think it’s safe to say I’m pretty in love with this little guy.
Cris has been taking the last half of his paid family leave to spend some quality time with the baby and I’m so jealous. I was a little worried that I would come from work every day to a happy baby and a sparkling clean apartment and a delicious homemade meal on the stove, but my worries were completely unfounded. As nice as it would be to have that for these three weeks, I’m more grateful that Cris is just as cheerfully unproductive as I was on my maternity leave. At least he now understands how hard it is to get anything with the baby around, even though he does nothing but smile and eat and poop and cry.
I was able to work from yesterday and sit on the couch in my jammies with my laptop in front of me and Cris and the baby next to me. This is approximately 100000000000 times better than being in a cubicle. Hopefully I can find a way to make this an everyday thing sometime before Ezra’s 18th birthday. I’m already getting so sad about all the moments I’m missing with him.