June 4, 2006

I try and remember to jot down some notes at the end of each month on what Riley’s doing (as if I don’t obsessively document every moment of his life as it is, right?), if you’re interested, here’s what I wrote for May:

Nine months! It’s hard to believe, but the calendar says it’s so.

During this ninth (!) month, Riley finally has the sitting-unsupported thing nailed. Well, except for when he inexplicably flings himself backwards. For that reason, we usually still stick a boppy pillow behind him to catch his fall.

He is insatiably curious and when we hand him an object he hasn’t seen before, he raises his arms and shakes all over with delight. Then he turns it over and over in his hands, whispering “Teh. Teh.”

He makes this sound when he’s sleepy, it tends to precede a nap by a half hour or so: “EEHHHHHHHHHHHH.” Sometimes he changes it slightly: “AAHHHHHHHH.” It sounds like a creaky door, sloooowly opening.

He says “dadadadadada” a lot, and “gagagagaga”. And “dorduhdeedorduh”. And “BMMMMMMTHHPLLT” (drool-loaded raspberry).

Riley loves it when we hold his hands and help him ‘walk’. His favorite foods are strained bananas (still!) and “Yobaby” yogurt. He eats about 4-5 jars of food a day. He has millions of toys, but his favorites are probably the Dora the Explorer book a daycare classmate’s parents gave him (he likes to wave it around and pound on it), the fish-on-a-stick thingie that once was attached to an activity gym, a plastic measuring cup, and anything random on its way to the trash (empty CoffeeMate bottle, Lean Cuisine box, etc). He isn’t crawling, but can move a surprising distance on the floor by rolling. He started out the month by doing something we called Chicken Peck Hand: pointing at things with his thumb and middle finger clasped and ‘pecking’ them; now he uses a pointed index finger. He loves to watch his Baby Einstein video while sprawled on his back and idly moving a toy around nearby. He is very interested in the dog and the cat, much to their dismay. He is fascinated with my hair and often trails his fingers through it with surprising gentleness.

He has three teeth: two below, and one (left) on top.

He does not like the vacuum cleaner.

Lately we’ve been bringing him in our bed in the morning after he’s eaten and taken a short nap, and it’s the happiest time imaginable: playing with him and making him laugh, watching him watching us.

At his nine-month appointment, he weighed 18.5 lb and was 29.25″ tall. He wears “Cruisers” stage 3 diapers. I put him in the seat of the grocery cart – rather than propping his carseat in there – for the first time today. He was fine. I should have done that a while ago, I suppose.

I wish I could remember every single thing he does and write it all with a magical pen that brings back noise and smell and touch so I never have to leave this month behind, like all the other months, kissed goodbye and laid to rest. It’s such delicious sorrow to always be moving on, always be moving forward through the days with Riley, for as much as we enjoy every new moment and every new stage, it breaks my heart over and over to know that at the end of this day, it’s gone, and we won’t have it back again. Even though tomorrow brings its own joy. Even though everything just keeps getting sweeter.

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Shannon
17 years ago

He is just lovely, Sundry!

Beth
17 years ago

Hi, I love your baby. Can I have him? Please?

Kelly
17 years ago

Does Riley love riding in the shopping cart? Johnny thinks it is the coolest. He can touch the germy, disgusting sides and chew on the handle when I’m not looking. Gross but awesome, I guess.

He’s so gorgeous.

Jenn
Jenn
17 years ago

Ohhhh, he is gorgeous! I loved your last paragraph… that’s so true, my son’s 22 months old and I’m already forgetting how he was when he was really little.

ps… I so miss Carter’s Doggone Cute stuff!

Pete
Pete
17 years ago

Nice Post.

Jo
Jo
17 years ago

To hell with the roots – look at that little tongue sticking out! He’s just adorable.

Jem
Jem
17 years ago

I used to think I didn’t want any kids, but now I want 235987235987325 million.

aoife
17 years ago

good luck with the grocery cart…. get something so he doesn’t try to eat that nasty, germ laden, grossed me out so much for so long cart. I couldn’t find one of those cart liners two years ago that all the kiddos seem to have now… Riley’s gorgeous. :)

Emily
17 years ago

Better watch out, pretty soon he’ll be hoisting those boppy pillows above his head and hurling them at you, Highlander-style.

Sorry, I was just having flashbacks … from having worked in a daycare before joining the Army.

omuchacha
omuchacha
17 years ago

Am I the only one who figures if gumming a grocery cart was okay for me, it probably won’t kill my child either?

But the real reason for my comment: The first photo of Riley, Oh my gosh. He looks like a little boy! Not a baby! A real little boy!

Squeeze him tight while you still can.

Caitlin
Caitlin
17 years ago

Snuggly redhaired bunny child! CHOMPCHOMCHOMP…

Gentry
17 years ago

But seriously, who *does* like a vacuum cleaner?

Susie
17 years ago

Baby J is ten months tomorrow and I can’t believe how fast it’s all gone by. Everytime I have to put away an outfit that he has outgrown, I could cry. I remember when I first put him in it, and it was still too big. *waaaaaahhhhh*

Jessie
17 years ago

It’s amazing how much they accomplish each month, isn’t it?

jonniker
17 years ago

You could not have known how much I needed to read this. I’m not a mother (yet), but, as is my nature, I am too lured and terrified by the dark underbelly of life milestones, such as marriage* and parenthood, and it leaves me paralyzed. I love what the Mommyblog has done for mothers everywhere – given a venue and a voice to silent fears, dislikes, agonies and real-life woes of being a parent. Sometimes, though, the simple joys are lost – the moments that make it all worthwhile, the happiness that covers every moment like a shield, and it all seems so dark and lonely.

I have a post half-written about this, because I’m afraid I’ve come to see parenthood as only an ending, instead of a beginning, and the thought of being pregnant sends me into a fit of terrified convulsions.

I feel just a little bit differently now, after reading this, and it’s made a huge difference.

*I’m married now, but before? Before I was married? Eek, I saw it as a prison. It’s not. I mean, duh.

Jessamyn
17 years ago

“It’s such delicious sorrow to always be moving on, always be moving forward through the days with Riley, for as much as we enjoy every new moment and every new stage, it breaks my heart over and over to know that at the end of this day, it’s gone, and we won’t have it back again. Even though tomorrow brings its own joy. Even though everything just keeps getting sweeter.”

You take that part right there and substitute the name “Katie” for “Riley,” and I that is exactly how I feel, too. Every stage is better than the one before, and yet I still grieve for the end of each of them. You’re a lovely writer, mother, person.

Ang
Ang
17 years ago

He’s just so dang cute! And what a good momma to keep a little list of his milestones each month. I did that for my boys until I went to work, and then that all went out the window.

Cris
Cris
17 years ago

Beautifully written. Fun to hear about his whisperings of discovery and being so gentle with Mama’s hair. What a sweet, sweet boy.

Maki
17 years ago

That’s funny, that’s what we called it too. Creaky door. My daughter did that sound too. It’s so amazing how babies can be so different from one another yet have so many similar ways. He’s way cute.

justmouse
justmouse
17 years ago

that last paragraph exactly puts into words my own feelings, each and every day.

Shannon in NY
Shannon in NY
17 years ago

“I used to think I didn’t want any kids, but now I want 235987235987325 million”

Jem- wait until Sundry writes about Riley when he is 17!! then we’ll see how many you want. ;)

Seriously though, Sundry. Love your writing. My baby boy *is* 17 now and sometimes I need to be reminded of what it was like back then. When all I ever wanted to do is kiss him and snuggle him until I could could damn near explode from love! Not so much with the cuddly feelings nowadays. Wah, I miss my baby! :)

Mel
Mel
17 years ago

Your son weighs less than Ian, but is longer. No wonder my kid is so chubby. *grin* It’s so fun to read your posts with our sons being a day apart in age. It’s nifty! And the last paragraph you wrote is so true, too.