Guy continues to amaze me with how fast he is changing. The baby who only weeks ago was basically an eating, sleeping, pooping machine has now put some new tricks into his bag. He smiles directly at me. Not just a smile that happens to pass my way while he looks at the ceiling fan or a picture on the wall or some other object that brings him more joy than dear sweet mother, but actually AT ME. It's amazing. I love when those little eyes lock on mine and then a big grin just spreads across his face. Priceless.
He's also becoming more content to play on his own. I'm able to put him in a little bouncy seat that has aquarium noises on it and let him sit there and kick his legs for 20 minutes at a time. I'm amazed at how much I can do with 20 minutes. I even managed to get most of dinner cooked last night.
Unfortunately, along with this awareness comes the ability to understand not only who I am but the importance of having me nearby. Yesterday, as he happily played in his bouncer in the nursery, I popped out to go grab some laundry out of the dryer. Thirty seconds later, I hear him winding up a cry, so I gathered up the laundry fast and furious and went back to the nursery in a hurry. As soon as he saw me come back into view, he started to calm and went back to playing. Woah. It's the first time that's happened.
This means we're probably getting close to the period of stranger anxiety. I'm hoping that the frequent contact with the grandparents will prevent them from feeling like strangers, but I don't think I have much of a choice of who becomes a "stranger" and who doesn't. I've seen the look of exasperation on other mother's faces during this time, and now I get it. As much as I love Guy, I'm with him nearly 24 hours a day, and I'm usually the one holding and caring for him. When I go see my friends, it's a relief to let someone else hold him for a while, and enjoy his smiles and wiggles from afar. But stranger anxiety means that may come to an end, if only for a few weeks or so.
Well, at least I know he loves me. Or something.
- Jennifer
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