All second babies get their first-birthday-blog-posts after they're at least 13.5 months old, right? Wait, since when is the birthday-blog-post a thing? Apparently it's not for Eva, at least not this year. Big whoop, girl, you're four. Now do something with your life and impress me! (Just kidding.) I know, you all are not here to read me havering. I'll get on to the good stuff.
I'm just going to try a bit of a recap, because this guy--as babes are wont to do--has had a big year. First, he was a monster when he was born (hence one nickname: Ozmonster). Must have been the 11 months he spent in the womb. Actual true fact and mini-birth story: induced at 41 weeks, pitocin worked like magic and epidural worked hardly at all, 4 hour labor and 10 minutes of pushing, and while I felt guilty at the time for not eking out another week of waiting, after his bulk was revealed I felt not an ounce of guilt. Like everything I bake, he was a little overdone.
Camp Lester, Okinawa
He got to meet his Gammi & Pawpaw right away, and his sister could not have adored his "widdoh tiny hands" and "widoh tiny feet" any more.
At two weeks, he had a bit of a misadventure. By the grace of God and some good doctoring, he got better. He got to meet his Grandma and Grandpa soon after. He had a subtropical first Christmas, at home in Yomitan. His eyes turned from deep, deep blue to light brown.
He got his first two teeth--center bottom--at three months. He was good at hiding them.
Hotel on Kadena Air Base, waiting to PCS from Okinawa
He did not spend all of his time in Exersaucers--they just showed off his lovely legs so nicely that I had to include them! Oh yeah, and at almost five months he was party to an international move. Back home in Virginia he met the rest of his aunts and uncles and cousins and great-grandparents.
At six months, he had six teeth. As you can tell from the legs, we had a successful nursing adventure this go-round. He utterly refused baby food, so we did Baby Led Weaning by default. (I don't think I'll go back to mush again, but kids have a way of messing with your expectations!) At six months, he also developed a mean low crawl. He's a boy with places to go.
He's a ridiculously good-natured baby. His world revolves around his big sister, and he's highly motivated to emulate her. He is not into admitting it when he's felt pain--sucks it up and moves on!
To be continued.