A Painted House

Dear Edison: Month Four

Posted on: April 11, 2011

GAH!  I just realized Edison turns five months old next week and I never posted his four month letter.  Bad Mommy!  So let’s pretend it’s three weeks ago, shall we?  And not notice when his next letter goes up in just a few days,  that this was the fastest month ever!

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Dear Edison,

Last week you turned four months old.  And in what is quickly becoming tradition, this letter is late.  To be fair, I’ve thought up lots of content in the last week but it always seems to come to me in the middle of the night and by morning slushie brain has taken over and all that writing material is long gone.  Along with any chance of hiding the dark circles forming under my eyes.  You.must.start.sleeping.longer.stretches.  Anything more than two hours will do.  Just give it a try, I bet you’ll like it!  And if not I’ll refund your money.

You got to turn four months old on your first trip away from home!  We went to Grandma and Grandpa Pierce’s house for a long weekend and you did beautifully.  You behaved wonderfully, adjusted to the change in surroundings, and handled the car rides about as well as can be expected for someone your age.  You didn’t particularly care for the last hour of each ride and the only thing that seemed to keep you happy was if I craned my arm around the back of my seat and let you suck on my finger.  My arm was asleep and fingers were tingling, but it was a worthy trade for the happy silence coming from the back seat.  Just you nevermind the permanent nerve damage.

During your third month we moved you into your own room at night.  Did you know that your bedroom is approximately fourteen miles away from mine?  At least that’s how it feels compared to the two feet away you used to be.  That first night you slept all the way down the hallway in your crib I felt like you might as well have packed up your stuff and moved to Detroit.  Which we all know you’re not allowed to do until you’re twenty-five.  We moved you because you were growing louder and louder in your sleep, snorting and sighing and in general keeping us awake more than we needed to be.  And yet when you were gone it felt like the silence was deafening even with the monitor turned all the way up, and I ended up trekking down to your room three times more often than probably necessary to make sure you were still making all that noise.  Something about that feels vaguely counter-productive.  But it was time, sweetie, to accept that you’re no longer a tiny newborn.  In fact you’re growing and changing at a faster rate than I’m entirely comfortable with.  You had your four month checkup this week and we found out that you’re topping out the chart in height, so much so that you’re growing out of 3-6 month clothes already, and hanging out at about the 25th percentile for weight.  Which feels incredibly familiar, as you’re matching your brother’s stats ounce for ounce and half inch for half inch.  If you continue to follow his growth pattern you too will be able to reach the faucets in the bathroom by the age of two and if you and James work together, you can flood the entire house in one afternoon!  Everyone’s got to have a goal.

Edison, let’s talk about how incredibly, achingly cute you are.  You’re so cute I can hardly stand it.  It takes an incredible amount of self-control not to swallow you whole, every single day.  Instead I limit myself to just snacking on that sweet, chubby little spot right below your ear.  I can’t even take credit for how stinkin’ adorable you are.  I may have helped to conceive and carry you, but God did all the choosing.  It all starts with those luminous half-dollar sized eyes that are always watching, always shining, always searching me out.  You are definitely a Mama’s boy right now and if I’m anywhere in the vicinity you’re trained on me, just waiting for me to look your way.  And oh boy, when I do you turn on that smile.  That smile that lights up your whole face and carries right down through your wriggling little body to those kicky, kicky legs.  Your Grandma says that one of these days you’re actually going to turn inside out with glee, and I agree.  I swear, son, when you grin there’s actual sunshine radiating off of you and it fills the entire room.  Boy are we going to have a time of it, not giving you everything your little heart desires just so we can see that smile one more time.  So I tell you what; you keep letting just a look from Mama be all it takes to turn you inside out with joy and I’ll keep right on looking.  After all, with a face like that, how could I not?

Love, Mama

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