I wonder what they are saying.
Rece:"What are you looking at?"
Asia: "What are you looking at?"
or
Rece:"You're big!"
Asia: "You stink!"
or
Rece: "What are you?"
Asia: "What are you?"
or
Rece: "Hey Asia, let's look really cute for this picture Nana wants to take."
Asia: "Sure thing, buddy!"

Whatever they are saying to each other, it was definitely a priceless moment.

Gravitational pull

Gravitational Pull: The attraction that one object has for another object due to the invisible force of gravity. The mass of an object affects its gravitational pull. The gravitational pull of the Sun keeps the planets in orbit around it.
This is Rece's head.
Things are attracted to his head. Balls, toys, table legs, the wall...the floor. Pretty much, if the object can move, it will eventually be pulled in by Rece's gravitational force. Although it is comforting that the size of his head isn't big enough to keep something in orbit, as the planets are around the sun. (that could work to my advantage though...hmmm).
So the size of Rece's head is often the topic of conversation in our household. And it has many nicknames...noggin, melon, and Jason referred to it just yesterday as a bowling ball. Sometimes we call him Charlie Brown.
His shirt necks are all stretched out, even with the extra allowance of fabric for typical baby heads. As you stretch and pull the shirt over Rece's head, you can almost hear him thinking "is it going to make it this time?" I think he even holds his breath.
I stopped asking what the measurement is at the doctors office. It's almost embarrassing watching them wrap the tape around his head. (his head is in the 75th percentile, so I guess there are bigger heads out there...yikes!) Rece's eyes look upward like he is scared of the results.
I think he is secretly proud of his head. Sometimes while he is nursing, he will just stroke his head lovingly and sometimes he gives it a little "pat pat." He knows that someday that big head of his will take him places.
Sometimes when he is scooting around on the floor he will just lay his head down. I'm sure it can be exhausting on his little neck to hold that thing up. Maybe thats why he isn't crawling yet, maybe the head is keeping him down?
Rece doesn't have much hair, but I just realized that maybe he does have a lot of hair, there is just too much surface area for it to cover.
Whatever...I like Rece's head. I think it means he is smart.

Snotty noses

Rece is sick and teething (his top two teeth are coming through.) "sigh, yaawwwwnnn, ugh, and sniff." I sigh because it seems like it is one thing after another (for at least the next 18 years plus), I yawn because I am exhausted. Ugh...well...because it's gross. Where does all that snot come from? And I sniff because it makes me cry to see my happy little baby so miserable.
But thats just it, I can tell he is so miserable, but all I have to do is make one funny face at him and he will giggle and smile. He can push through his misery to be happy at any moment. I think I should be learning a lesson from Rece. No matter how rough life seems at the time, there is always a reason smile. To Rece, it's mom's silly face. (Now I am smiling)

Baby Books

This is my first blog. I don't care who reads it or if anyone even does read it. It's for me, for Jason, and most of all for my son Rece. I love him. (Have you ever said that and really truly knew that you meant it with every single fiber in your being? It's a wonderful feeling. It gives me a glimpse, just a glimpse, of Gods love for us.)
This blog is a replacement for Rece's baby book. Here's the thing...I hate, loath, despise writing in a baby book. I don't know what it is about that stupid book, but I open it's cover and my mind just goes blank. I feel so much pressure to write the perfect thing; the precise words to convey to Rece when he is 30 years old and wondering if his mom thought he was the most perfect being ever created (which she does, by the way.) Is this a writer's block? I don't know. Maybe the book limits me? I hate that it tells me what to write about. "Mommy's first words when she saw you for the first time...?" ummm...what? I don't think Rece needs to know that. Really? 22 hours of labor, epidural did NOT work, vomiting, and a big ol'ring of fire in my hoo ha! Really? Who gives a *$#* what my first words were!
So anyway...not wanting to be limited by the baby book or forced to answer such silly questions, I am starting a blog. Each entry will be about what life is like with Rece. What new thing is he doing, saying, eating, pooping? Find it all here!
It may not be daily or weekly, it could be hourly or even just monthly.
You may be offended, you may laugh, you may cry, but you definitely will fall in love with Rece, if you aren't already!