Well...I did not stay true to my word. My son is all I talk about anymore. All I care to talk about. And he is what I have going on so, even if I tried to talk about something else I wouldn't have anything to say! Don't ask me how my son is unless you want a full report of how many poops he's had that day, how interesting his baby language is, and, of course, I could talk for an hour about how I think he's on the verge of rolling over!
|The quintessential appearance of the tongue|
Yet, John has reached the "developmental milestone" (a phrase I am using all the time these days) of "conversing". He coo's and ahh's and goo-goo's and then he will wait for a response from me...heaven forbid I respond in kind, but I do!!! And the conversation goes back and forth. I don't feel stupid though or like I'm dumbing down for my baby, like I used to think it seemed. I have found our baby conversations to be the best parts of my day! We're connecting somehow, and I love that he's trying to tell me something, in his baby way, the only way he knows how.
|A nice, meaty thigh on the napping baby|