Don't even get me started on my theories of how this is effecting his sleep. And my sleep. Sigh.
Of course this was all timed perfectly with Gramberg's visit. It took until the last day of her visit, her 4th here, for Eamon to let her hold him for an extended amount of time without whining helplessly and making desperate eye contact with me or Rory.
The hardest part for me throughout all of these milestones is feeling out of sync with Eamon. I look forward to getting back into a rhythm with him. Or at least being a little more confident of how to respond to his needs and wants.
Anyway, it's a good thing swinging makes everything better.
Wearing spiffy caps and sucking on apples can cheer anyone up.
In other news we're (or maybe just me) trying to come up with a good nickname for our dear baby. I shower this kid with many terms of endearment, but none that are viable, life-long nicknames. There's no rush, I know. I come from a nicknameless family so I'm concerned about my skills in identifying and cultivating a nickname. Thus we're recruiting some help. A couple friends have made some suggestions we're considering.... Smalls (as in Biggie Smalls because Eamon's big), Cheeks (because Eamon's cheeks are SO awesome to pinch, even when their a little red and speckled due to allergies), Amy (because that's how Eamon's cousin Tina says his name at 22 months), and Dizzy (because many of the sounds he's been making recently sound like a trumpet). I'm not sold on any of them so the search continues.... This could be your chance to (sort of) name my firstborn child!