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All That's Fit to Print Evan will soon hit the six month mark. He's past that bobble head stage and his smiles are more about emotion than gas. I like that part. To see a baby smile when you walk in the room lights up a day. He wants to take off. Put him down on a blanket and he's like a bug turned on its back, all four legs flailing away. That's Evan, arms and legs going to town and getting nowhere. Turn him on his stomach and its the same thing. The parts move, but the baby doesn't. I know that when he figures this all out and gets those arms and legs working in concert, we won't ever get our hands on him again except to apply bandaids and hand out cookies. Evan's working on the rolling over trick. The first time he did it, his eyes were huge. He's pretty good going from stomach to back. We, of course, act like he's the first baby to do that and carry on like fools. We are just as bad as he works to get from back to stomach. He makes it about half way and then realizes an arm is in the way. He just can't figure out that arm. Evan seems to study us all. When we talk he appears to be paying attention, but I wonder if he's trying to decipher our words or really thinking about getting those arms and legs working right. That's one of the great things about babies once they reach this interactive stage. What are they thinking? Are they puzzling over what's happening at the moment or are they thinking about something totally unrelated? Evan will pick at printing on his clothes and his face seems to say "what is this all over my shirt?" I find that amusing because soon, especially with a little boy, there will be much to decipher on his clothing. The spots and stains will be testament to the full day he has lived. I could fill this column with the things I anticipate sharing with Evan. I so look forward to the first time he reaches up for me to take him. I so look forward to feeling those sturdy little arms grab hold to my shoulder, wrap around my neck. I can't wait for those sloppy wet baby kisses or having a little hand reach to hold mine as we walk through this world. At some point, I think all parents look back and see how they might have done things differently with their children. I think they realize their weaknesses, their strengths, their missed opportunities. And then grandchildren come along and offer a second chance to smell the roses, a second opportunity to enjoy the little things, a second chance at doing it right. With grandchildren, a whole new world of hopes and dreams are tempered by lessons from the past, by memories of what matters, what doesn't.
This time around, I might just get a pony.
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