6/12/2015

The Callum Chronicle #5

Filed under: — Aprille @ 3:12 pm

My snuggly Callum,

You are a dream baby.  You are all smiles and laughs and cute tricks, like rolling over (tummy to back only, so far) and making kiss noises.  I haven’t gotten you to actually kiss me when I press my cheek onto your mouth, but you make the noise pretty consistently.  You often get crabby in the evening, but since that’s the time when your dad takes you and your brothers to give me a break, it’s like it’s not even happening.  Magic.

Your big brother Miles wrote you a song:  “Callum-a-zoo, I love you. / Sometimes you toot / and you’re cute like a newt. / Callum-a-zoo, I love you. / You’re…so…cute.”  We found some music notation software and wrote it out, and he was so proud to show and play it for his piano teacher.  You love it, too.  You usually smile and sometimes laugh when he sings it to you, even if you were crying before.

Your brothers have been wonderful to have around so far this summer break.  I’ve been able to run on the treadmill with few interruptions because they keep you so well entertained.  Sometimes nothing will work but a Mommy snuggle, but that’s okay.  I’m still working on getting back in shape anyway, so getting a little break isn’t the worst.

We’ve had a rough couple of nights because you’ve had a cough and stuffy nose.  Nobody else in the family seems to have it (yet), so I’m confused about how you picked it up.  Maybe it was those stacking toys at the library.  I tried to keep you from putting them in your mouth, but there’s no way to prevent you from touching things and then putting your hands in your mouth.  I guess it’s all contributing to a robust immune system down the road, but it’s pretty hard to deal with this cold at the moment.  You’ve been such a good sleeper lately, I hope this doesn’t derail you.  Coughing oneself awake is the worst, and your little cough is so sad.  I hope you get over that soon.

Right now your dad is fake-sneezing for your entertainment.  The things we do.

 

Knowing you’re my last baby, combined with the fact that you’re usually so sweet and easy-going, has made me really enjoy you.  I remember being in a hurry for your brothers to hit various milestones:  I couldn’t wait for them to roll over and start solids and crawl and walk.  But it’s different with you.  Maybe it’s because I know the toddler years are what’s coming next, but I am just cherishing your squishy little funny baby time.

We’re starting our little rituals.  Every time I change your diaper, I lean down and smile at you and say, “Who loves you, Callum?”  Then I pause and wait for you to answer, which you don’t.  I continue:  “MAMA loves you.”  Miles’s first word was dada, and Tobin’s was bubby (brother), so I figure I’m due.  You haven’t answered yet, but one of these times you’ll surprise me, and I will gloat and gloat.

But it’s okay if you don’t talk for a while.  I like your grunts and coos and kiss noises.

 

You’re learning to recognize your name, and it’s cute to see you look up abruptly when you hear it.  I hope you like it, because I think you’re going to be correcting people on it all your life.  I didn’t think it was a particularly weird name when your dad and I chose it—maybe not the most common name ever, but certainly one I’d heard.  A lot of people seem confused by it, though.  There’s a nurse at your doctor’s office who thinks it rhymes with Gollum, and other people think it’s Caleb.

But don’t you worry.  I know who you are, my little Cal-pal, my Callum-a-zoo.  I love getting to know you and watch you grow.

Check this space in one month to see all the crazy things that come with being six months old…but for now I’ll keep loving on my little sub-half-year boy.

Love,

Mommy

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