Overkill on the cheerfulness to try to mask the fact that it's been approximately 2 months since we have written anything here? Maybe. As you know, we have been very busy helping you grow from a helpless but adorable newborn into a giant, smiling infant who can sit up all by himself for at least a few seconds.
Archer, you are pure joy. You smile almost all the time. Your laugh is a sound all your own. It is a deep, rattly giggle that is impossible not to echo with my own laughter because it is so beautiful. You are so alert and curious and grabby with your sweet little hands. You eat actual food now! And you love it! From the first time we fed you, you were so greedy...in the sweetest way possible. Sweet potatoes are your favorite, but you haven't yet met a food you didn't like (at least once you tasted it a few times). Your current diet includes: avocados, bananas, butternut squash, lentils, pinto beans, peas, carrots, green beans, apples, mangos, aforementioned sweet potatoes, and I'm always looking for new things to add to the mix so you will like all sorts of food. I prepared some eggplant for you tonight, so tomorrow we'll try that!
This seems like a lot of detail about your eating habits, but it is actually related to the inspiration for this post. Sweet baby Archer, tonight, you pooped on me. Not like I was changing your diaper and it was messy so I got some of your poop on me. Nope, that's happened on several occasions. You once had a pretty serious blow out that required the disassembly of your car seat for washing. There was lots of your poop that happened to touch me. No, this was not that. You actively pooped on me, after I took your diaper off and we were on our way to the tub. And you know what? It was almost cute. I mean, it was a little gross, because poop. And real food poop is waaaay stinkier than baby breastmilk poop. That is like pre-poop. If it was in school, breastmilk poop would be remedial poop. Your poop now is like junior high school poop. Still totally immature but it thinks it's all grown up. But this is what a mother's love is. It didn't really bother me. I laughed about it. I'm glad your daddy was here to help me clean it up, because there just weren't enough hands while holding a naked poopy baby to clean you and me and I wasn't about to introduce that situation to your little baby tub unless it was absolutely necessary.
My love is clearly unconditional. Let's just not make a habit of it, ok?
Love,
Mama
