Blu is 4 months now. So amazing how this time thing works. I can barely remember being pregnant. At the time it felt like it was taking forever; looking back, it seems like a blur… like ‘Order of the Phoenix’ in a way.
Everything’s moving forward, always changing, constantly adjusting. It’s like one big and very subtle transition. One day I’m getting more than 5 hours straight in bed, the next thing I know I’ll be in zombie-mode for a week. I have never been so pushed thisclose to the brink of exhaustion but at the same time, I have never been so determined to stay up and find a way around it.
I mean, how can I not? I think babies have been especially programmed to do the most adorable things around this age to make up for the new, more difficult round of sleepless nights and unexplainable crying. Blu has started exploring, he prefers being carried facing forward or looking over my shoulder. He likes looking out of the windows and looking around when we get the mail. He has met his reflection on the mirror and nagpa-cute s’ya the whole time ha ha. He rolls to his side during floor time and gets stuck because he has yet to figure out how to get his arm out of the way. He holds his bottle up, ish. He amuses himself, most of the time, upon waking up with his voice (he likes talking, I wonder whom he got that from *shrugs). He grabs his pillows and piles them around his head when he gets sleepy. He makes nomming sounds when he chews on Sophie.
And the laughing. Ugh, it just melts you. The person who came up with ‘laughter is the best medicine’? I’m pretty sure he meant a baby’s.
Last month also brought more adventures for Blu. First time to join me and Japo at a restaurant buffet. First “red cup” which came in a white house mug tsk (just for a photo, of course, Japo and I drank the coffee). First time in a garage when we had to have the car checked and repaired. First letters from Santa, one from New Zealand and the other one from the North Pole. First trip to the local library. First Christmas party. First Christmas! First New Year’s Eve, although he slept through.
Also, his first summer. Bub rejected clothes for days when the temperature started going up to 17. He slept with just a nappy on until Mama, Papa, and the Ash’tes sent our Christmas parcel with summer clothes for “Tutoy.” The heat, I think, was also to blame for the prolonged fussing after his second round of shots. So now the question hangs: how will he deal when we take him home to the Philippines?
I guess we’ll just have to cross that bridge when we get there. I mean, there are still so many other bridges to cross before that one anyway. We’ll figure it out. We’ll be alright.