Baby Steps

Update:

Ira took his first steps yesterday!  The first time it was actually more like a shuffle, step, shuffle.  But you know, you’ve gotta start somewhere.

Preparations for Minnesota are coming together, one small step at a time.  A bunch of our stuff is in boxes, and our apartment that we’ll move into sounds really nice (thanks to Carolyn for checking it out for us.)  We’re just praying for good weather now.  Anthony just read on weather.com that  “A multi-day, multi-region potentially historic and destructive winter storm will unleash its fury beginning Monday and will last through Wednesday.”  Erg, we leave Thursday. Or at least that’s the plan.

We’ve had some fun get together s with friends.  We’ll miss this ward, and area, but look forward to a new leaf in MN.

That’s about it.  Below are some random writings.


Head banging to Kiss

Since becoming a mom, I’ve been pretty impressed with the convenience of baby to parent proportions.  A couple examples:
•    Mom’s arms are perfect length for cradling and nursing an infant.
•    Cradling him also means that parents can make eye contact at the perfect distance for his developing vision capabilities.
•    When baby start to toddle his hand reaching up, meets parents hand reaching down perfectly for the two to walk together.

I’m sure there are dozens of other examples, but I have long been disgruntled with a serious flaw in the system!  Ira’s chubby little cheeks are so delightful to kiss that I can’t resist, no matter how many times my nose has poked him in the eye.   This has happened far more than I’d like to admit.  But seriously, why would cheeks like that be made if not to be kissed?  And why would the only thing protruding out of my face fit directly into the most vulnerable part of his face?

Fortunately, Ira’s a fast learner.  He’s come up with the self defensive solution of responding to my puckered lips with a lean forward and quick nod to offer his forehead.  Sometimes he even does this repeatedly.  I call it head banging kisses, which are fun for both of us.  I get to keep kissing, and he gets to avoid intense pain from a nose poking him in the eye.