I write on November 12, 2008. 8 months ago today, Andrew became our reality. As crazy as that feels, it is probably harder to believe that 6 years ago today Miss Sarah Katherine was born:) Happy Birthday, Sarah!
The last two months have been filled with new things that only a parent can truly be mesmerized by day in and day out - baby yoga! About 2 months ago, Andrew starting doing planks ALL the time! These planks are exactly what our instructors in gym class have us do to work our abs. Bluey perfected the plank the first time I saw it. From his tummy, he raised himself onto his palms and his feet - more accurately, onto just his big toes. His back was flat, tail tucked - truly the perfect plank! He stared at the ground in total concentration until his weight became too much for his wrists. Then he'd come down into what I have learned is the yoga term "boat". In our household, boat is affectionately called "superman". With legs fluttering behind him like freestyle, Andrew raises his arms off the floor, too, elbows at a 90 degree angle. He had been doing superman for a while---and push ups, too---so once he added planks, he had a great 3 position routine. I kid you not, Andrew would rotate between the three positions for hours! He wanted no toys to rattle, no books to eat, no arms to hold him. He merely wanted to do his yoga routine, seemingly curious about his own abilities.
What would be next? The baby rock. Eventually, the planks gave way to knees on the floor. Once the knees dropped, oh the rocking that began! Just like his mother (or so she's told), Andrew will rock on his knees with quite some force. When he's in his pack n play (a favorite past time for independent play time, usually leading to nap time), he can literally move the whole thing with one of two moves: the rocking on the knees will get so energetic that the whole pack n play will inch across the wood floor. The other move is the leg banging. Apparently it's enormous fun to lay on one's back, exercising the voice quite loudly, passing Woodstock from hand to hand to mouth, while tossing the legs up in the air just to thrust them into the pack n play as hard as possible. I realized how loud this particular routine was when I went to the mailbox one evening. While I wasn't surprised to be able to hear the constant commentary, I could do nothing but smile when I realized some of our neighbors could probably hear the leg banging as well. Little boys start early - what could possibly be more fun than making noise?!?!
When sharing joys and concerns recently with our young parents fellowship group, I said that Andrew being so close to crawling is both my current joy and concern! I look forward to it with the wonder of a child at their first amusement park, but it "scares" me a bit, too. It feels like my little baby is no longer a baby. Long gone are our infant days. We have a little man on our hands.
Now that he has turned 8 months old, he has an entire yoga routine down - planks, boats, downward dog, cobra, etc. I never thought I'd learn yoga from a baby, but sometimes the most innocent among us are our best teachers. In many respects, we really should take after our young more. Does life really have to be as complicated as we let it become?
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