Ed often looks at me and remarks how glad he is that Ethan
has turned out to be a happy baby for it certainly didn’t look that way at the
start. Not that he’s fussy compared to stories I’ve heard other mothers tell,
but compared to Emry…well, that’s hardly a fair comparison. Still, he’s seems
to have finally gotten over the horror of entering the world and mellowed into
a rather contented little guy. And, if I do say so, he’s got quite the handsome
little grin.
He’s a wiry little man, lean with hardly any fat. (The
onesie he inherited from one of his cousins that says, “I’m Bringing Chubby
Back” is even more humorous when he wears it.) I’m not exactly sure what he
weighs, but I’m thinking somewhere between nine and ten pounds, and probably closer
to the nine. We’ve already started him on baby cereal mixed with applesauce
because he’s always hungry, but like his sister he seems to have a high
metabolism. He’s also a mover and a shaker. Rarely do I find him where I left
him. He can roll both ways and is just starting to use that skill to get
around. His favorite mode of moving, though, is to dig in his heels, arch his
back and scoot.
His hand-eye coordination is improving. And he has a cute
little quirk. He’s a major thumb sucker (Mama empathizes!), so the left thumb
goes in for comfort and when I put him in bed (on his tummy because he’ll
hardly sleep on his back), he rubs the back of his head with his right hand
until he falls asleep like that. It looks rather awkward, but apparently it’s
not!
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