I put off writing to you this month because I was hoping that something exciting would happen. We were supposed to go down to Madison and have a second Christmas with the Thorne side of the family, but we all got sick, so we didn't go. Which means that I don't have much to tell you about this month.
You had your next check up. You lost a little weight, which the doctor wasn't thrilled about, so you have to go back and get weighed again in a few weeks. You had some fluid in your left ear, but it didn't seem to be a problem. Otherwise, the doctor found you a normal, healthy baby. It helped that you demonstrated all of your tricks. You smiled, and stood up, and babbled. You even waved to her, which she said we could claim as knowing a word on the development tracking worksheet. You didn't even have to have any shots this time. It was a quick and easy visit.
Then you spent the next few days with a fever and stuffed up nose. Of course.
In the interest of fattening you back up, we introduced you to cheese and yogurt, both of which you've liked. Tonight you yelled and waved your arms until I got the yogurt out of the fridge. Then you were all smiles. You've started wanting to eat whatever I'm eating. So I end up with slices of peach and cheese and banana on my plate, while you end up with bites of fried chicken and tater tot casserole on your tray. It all works out.
Last month, I wrote about how you've started choosing to play with books. This month I had to tape one back together after you loved it nearly to death. Then the other day I realized that I had accidentally taped the last two pages together. So now those poor peek-a-boo babies have a cliffhanger ending. How suspenseful!
We did manage to do your sleep training this month, so your bedtime is easier now, when you're not miserable with a stuffed up head. Those couple of nights, I let you fall asleep on my shoulder, just to keep you upright for a while. But otherwise you've started being able to get yourself to sleep, and even get back to sleep when you wake up at night. One night, you actually slept all the way through. I guess that was our excitement for the month, now that I think about it.
I was in a meeting at work today about how people from different generations have different expectations from work and from life. Your grandparents are all from a generation that valued working hard, saving their money, being loyal to an employer (because jobs were often scarce) and that saw teamwork as the way life would improve. Your father and I (and your aunts and uncles) are from a generation that is much more cynical, that expects to have to do things on our own, and that views having a job as something necessary but not always rewarding. It makes me very curious to see what social and political changes will affect your generation, and how you will reflect those influences in your own unique ways. I hope that you will seek out people from other generations, both older and eventually younger than yourself. It is always valuable to have an insight into how someone else views the world around you, if only so that you know the best way to talk them into letting you borrow the car.
Love,
Mom
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