Jay Baker Batten: like father like son....

here i am. sitting in your floor. you are rolling all around your rug, playing with your favorite toy- a ring that's meant to hold other toys, not necessarily be the toy itself. we've had dinner and we are waiting on bath time. i guess possibly being so rigid in my ways jinxed me with you. or maybe it's because daddy has to have things his certain way.... somehow i know God has a huge sense of humor and he laughs at me often. if we mess up your routine even by a moment or casual mistep, our world is turned upside down. our night time routine goes something like this:dinner- while daddy cooks (gosh i hate admitting that. it being written down makes it all the more true. he cooks, i clean. i think joycee would be ashamed. it's our system and it works..... anyway) i usually give you a bottle or attempt to give you some food in your big boy high chair. the dogs are anxiously waiting at your feet for a misguided spoonful of whatever you're "eating". let's use that term loosely. by eating i mean shoving your tongue at while i (not-so) patiently shovel more in your mouth. you very consistently decide to poop while in your chair. i guess you are just attempting to help my feeble efforts at a diet. you sure do know how to turn off my appetitie. whatever few bites you manage to swallow keep you somewhat satisfied and you let dad and i eat whatever super-dad has prepared. after that we catch up on our days and attempt to watch seinfeld, though you let us know when it's time to play.
floor time- it's funny. you hate tummy time. it makes you mad. it seems like you know it's necessary though. we come in your room just the three of us and we practice all of your tricks. you roll from your back to side and almost belly. you sit up (all by yourself!) for thirty seconds. you reach for toys and move them from one hand to another. you stand up holding onto things, mostly your daddy's back. you sing at us and holler. we pretend like we know what you say. daddy usually dozes off and i sit and stare at the two of you. we sometimes read a book, sometimes bounce in your johnny jump up, but always ALWAYS smile at your progress. after about an hour or so, you let us know it's time for your next activity.
bath time- you love to be naked. as naked as a jaybird, really. ha. when i take off your diaper you immediately start smiling and kicking your legs so fast. when you hear the bath water, it's like you know what's coming ahead. you have to have your washcloth handy to suck on during your bath. if it falls out of your mouth, a sure disapproving shriek is ahead. you are pretty good about letting me wash your hair and bobo and all that, but when it comes time to wash your hands you yell at me. well sorry buddy... necessity. daddy always gets you out of the tub and you laugh at the baby in the mirror. then you start to get upset- we don't really know why- but it's part of your routine. when we get you snuggly in some (size 12-18 month!!!) pajamas and get you a fresh blanky (blankies probably deserve their own post. yikes. i think you may go to college with one) it's time for your last bottle of the night. you are drinking about seven ounces these days... sometimes every two hours during the day. let's outgrow that habit.... you have also decided you don't like naps. well sorry, sir, but i love naps... so can you try your hardest to get back in that groove? i guess it's okay since you usually sleep at night and wake up once or twice for a bottle. phew. you exhaust me. it's the happiest sleepy i've ever been. happy five months my sweet prince.