Want to know how we can tell that you are loved?
Every sling and wrap that you ride in is covered in food stains. We don’t put you down, Butter bean, because you don’t like it. And we’re too selfish to put our hunger second to your comfort. That’s why the pesto on your blanket and the marinara on your Moby and the CheeseBoard crumbs on your Hotsling. You had beans and rice nestled in your neck when you were three hours old because Mama needed a burrito after 47 hours of labor but wouldn’t put you down even for a minute.
Your brother declared today that he’s tired of Mom and Dad being with you, and that he wants you to be just his. So he has plans to move to a house where it’s just the two of you. And even though he refuses to feed or clothe or wipe me, he said he will dress you and wipe your bottom and feed you candy sometimes. And, “if he looks like he’s going to die I’ll feed him something with protein, like a sandwich with almond butter.”
Mama invented something for you. Because the sounds you hear all day—chewing, typing, and occasional yelling—aren’t on the white noise machines available for purchase, she made a loop of the noises that help you sleep. She recorded tortas de aceite and blogging and cursing at your brother to play near your sleeping places. So you feel all comfy. You’re welcome.
You’ve actually had a few baths. Tonight you even had your first experience with Dr. Bronner’s soap-like substance. Don’t know why. You’re not dirty (except for the aforementioned burrito, but Mama dug those beans out of your neck weeks ago when she was in search of a snack). But you are just over the moon for warm water, so we bathe you. More often than we thought we could cram into our crowded weeks.
Tonight you went to bed with chocolate on your head. Not from mama, which is a first. No, tonight you had a small, four-year-old sized chocolatey lip print on your balding melon.
That’s how we know.
I can’t wait to hear how he tastes with popcorn and mashed potatoes.
Ok, first I was LMAO and then got teary about the chocolatey kiss. Too cute! LOVE this post. (And that kind of white noise loop is freakin’ brilliant!)
Oh, I got all fuzzy when you got to the end of this post. How sweet is Pea?
And Butter is quite lucky to be so pampered. :)
jc, delicious. Toast, too.
Ink, I wish the white noise loop included pages turning, but who am I kidding?
TKW happy to fuzz you. Pea is pretty darned sweet. And Butter is just covered in torta, lucky guy.
Not sure if I should say YUM or AWW.
Mmm, yummy food, yummy Butter, sweet Peanut, warm baby baths. Sounds like things are going pretty well. And I love Peanut’s offer of an almond butter protein fix “if it looks like he’s going to die.” Brother love…
Ah, this brings back such memories. I dribbled numerous things on my baby’s head while in the carrier. She never knew. Perhaps I should tell her, I think she would like it.
Sweet. True brother love. I miss those days of baby carriers. I really truly do. Enjoy them!
What a sweet post! There is nothing better than a brand new baby and the love that arrives with it!
So happy you all are glowing with love for Butter!
This post made me so happy, even if Peanut won’t wipe for you.
Awwwwww! Baby love! I love love love baby love! We had the same thing with baby initially about not putting him down. He didn’t like being put down, but we also just didn’t want to. Babies are so snuggly. Now that he’s older, we put him down some. But we still like to snuggle when we get a chance.
I am so in love with this post. Glad that you have that unbelievable gift of baby love! And Peanut? What a winner!
Peanut is adorable! I’m so glad he’s adjusting well. And I’m right there with you about a cute tiny tyrant that hates being put down for even a minute.