Sometimes it's hard to believe that a) our baby boy is an actual person and will one day be able to communicate with us through more than just crying and b) our silly, fun-loving, very expressive and independent toddler was ever this docile and uncommunicative. I told Philip yesterday that sometimes it feels like Emmett isn't "real". His only activity is to sit in my arms, or wherever he happens to be placed at the moment, and either sleep or stare. And the staring isn't even very directed - it's always rather shifty and sometimes a little cross-eyed. It's like he's trying to figure out what's going on but has no idea where to start.
Thus, due to his lack of motor skills or ability to emote or interact in any form, it can be hard to remember that he is, in actuality, a real person - a person who will one day reject carrots (or peas or both) and will want to share (ie steal) his sister's toys and, probably, pull her hair (actually, that's not hard to believe; he does it to me every day - but some day he'll do it on purpose) - he'll have feelings and be able to express them! He'll even giggle when I tickle him (heck, right now I'm amazed that he'll ever smile on purpose).
It's just so crazy seeing the blank slate knowing that some day it will be more full than I can ever imagine right now.
Love it.
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