I no longer have a crib in my house. It’s been converted into a toddler bed. And don’t think for a second that I‘m the only sentimental sap around here. To honor this important milestone last night, Lola put on the bedsheets Jaz used to sleep on, picked out one of Miss C’s old baby blankets as the cover, and tucked in one of her Care Bears next to Junior’s favorite pajamas, which she laid out so nicely for him.
“Something from all the toddlers who slept here,“ she explained.
And then she crawled up next to him and read his bedtime book right there with him, because, you know, rocking chairs are for babies, and he ain‘t a baby any more.
We celebrate an important birthday this weekend, so today’s Throwback Thursday photo is from November 2008, taken when my Lola was just a few days old. She was a dream come true: my very own living baby doll who looked just like me. When they held up Lola over the curtain for that first glance, my immediate thought was, “She looks JUST LIKE ME! She is MINE!”
I can’t believe she’s hitting the double digits now! Thank goodness she still lets me squish her face every now and then.
In the blurry morning sunlight, I see a baby who is very pleased with himself for not even needing an alarm clock to wake at 6 a.m. He just spent the past hour poking our faces, singing in our ears, and flopping his body over our limbs and heads.
I wonder what his memories are going to be of his robot friend. His big brother was operating it from around the corner yesterday, instructing it to turn right, left, slide, dance, and chase his baby brother.
They say just before 10 months of age, the expression of emotions becomes more complex. And he’s beginning to understand language, but can’t yet use the words himself. Nevertheless, he makes himself quite clear.