A. and I, not being the reticent types, DID admit some of our hopes for the coming child before he was born. Beyond the health, I mean, which Cubby has IN SPADES*. A. was hoping for a big, strong boy. I was hoping for a child with a naturally happy disposition.
We both got our wishes.
It occurs to me that I haven't really talked about Cubby a whole lot on this site. Other than to remark on his shocking rate of growth, I mean. But he's more than just a Giant Infant. He's a truly happy child, who is content to play by himself in his station (thanks, Nana!) for a half hour or so at a time, bouncing maniacally and talking to the spinning froggie. He laughs when I bite his ribs, bark suddenly at him (still no fear), and bounce him on the bed. Animal noises never fail to produce a big, gummy grin, especially quacking like a duck. He loves the book Barnyard Dance (thanks, Aunt Tara!). Also Peekaboo. He likes to listen to his sea shanties, the Beach Boys, and "I've Been Workin' on the Railroad."
He's almost outgrown the 12-month onesies. He loves to eat real food (albeit very small bits of it), sitting in his booster seat at the table with the big people. He has never rejected a food yet, not even the first solid food he ever got (yogurt). Beets and yogurt are a favorite.
He is not afraid of strangers at all (yet), and he loves his daddy and his grandma.
He's starting to respond to his name. Something of a miracle, since we all call him different nicknames along with his actual name, so it wouldn't be surprising if the kid got confused.
When he's ready to get up in the morning--sometimes far too EARLY in the morning, but whatever--he thumps his feet on the side of his crib and talks to himself.
Grabbing his toes is the newest funnest thing ever. And the dogs always get a big smile, even when they try to lick his face.
He still only has two teeth, both right next to each other. His hair is thickening up, but mostly in the center, which makes him look kind of like he has a mohawk. And he is a remarkably handsome child. I mean, A. and I aren't ugly or anything, but we're also not exactly supermodels. The sum of our combined genetics is apparently greater than the individual parts.
He rarely cries. I've been told this is not always the case with babies, so I should realize how lucky I am.
I do. Realize how lucky I am, I mean. In so many ways.
That suspicious wet spot isn't pee; he's been practicing drinking from a glass. Obviously, he needs more practice.
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CUTE.
As a mother to another happy baby, I am now terrified that -- should we embark on another baby-havin' venture -- the second child would be a colicky, angry, sleepless little person. But the cute always makes up for it in the end.
too adorable.
So, do you ever call him Cubby?
J.T.: Yeah. That's how it usually works--the second is the opposite of the first. I fear that, too.
Alicia: All the time. Probably more than his real name, actually.
He's adorable. I love that big grin! So glad he has been happy and healthy through the first year, it makes such a big difference.
Cubby is absolutely adorable, Kristin. And he always looks so happy! Such a sweet face.
Every time I see Osh Kosh B'gosh I can't help but think of Jim Carrey in "A Series of Unfortunate Events." If you haven't seen it, he says it in a very humorous manner.
Also, very cute baby. You're lucky with the crying. VERY lucky.
He is so adorable! I'm glad he likes the dogs and vice versa; that could have been bad.
Such a wonderful, happy baby! And all decked out in Oshkosh B'Gosh; I live about an hour's drive north of Oshkosh itself.
May the gods keep him this perfect always. :) Beth
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