Dear Reese,
Your first February. We ring it in with a quiet (and probably boring for you) day at home. I woke up with a fever again so my energy is toast, but you make the most of the at-home exploration. I sit on my bedroom floor in the morning and you pull books off the lower shelves. The humidifier is placed behind your rocking chair during the day so you go under the rocking chair. When the heating vent goes on in the entryway you stay in front of it and let the hot air blow into your face. I catch you trying to put your mouth on the toilet plunger. The world is your oyster, sweetheart.
I keep you in the bathroom with me while I shower this evening — breaking my routine and showering while you are still awake. We had time to kill and I had the sick-ick all over me. I play peek-a-boo with the shower curtain while I detangle my hair that I was supposed to have cut today. You are not very impressed, but you dutifully entertain yourself with the bathroom rug.
I suspect you might start crawling next month. You can certainly scoot around the condo no problem, but you’re starting to really put your butt in the air. I keep showing you how to get your knees under you and I swear you’re trying to do it on your own. I may regret my instruction when you do crawl and move even faster about the house but that’s a problem for future-mama.
Love,
Mama