Around the World With a Vagabond

Bittersweet Victory February 23, 2011

 

 

My nephew is nearly 9 months old.  He has been wiggling around and trying to crawl for weeks.  The other day, he managed to hold on to the coffee table on his own and lift into a standing position. He was so proud of his little self.

In the last week, this little boy has had an enormous breakthrough in his infant months, and has managed to pull his plump baby body up the staircase all on his own!  My sister was so proud of him! She emailed me a video of this victory, my little nephew, all baby smiles and cheery drool.

 

His parents didn’t revel in his accomplishment for long, however.  The picture I was sent today was not of Logan propped up on the couch, and not of him holding himself up against the coffee table, or achieving a long-distance crawl.

 

In this photo, my sweet little nephew had been jailed in a playpen.  His face and hands are mashed against the sides in playful protest, as the sides are far too high for him to crawl up and over to freedom.

 

He looks happy enough, sitting there with all his toys, but I feel for the poor kid.

 

He’s achieved one mammoth challenge, only to be presented with another, almost immediately.

 

Such is life, kid.  Such is life.

 

 

Baby Logan April 29, 2010

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First he just sits there, seemingly dormant.  Then slowly, slowly, slowly balloons.  A swirl, a fist, a little foot print from deep under. He is little, but he is moving.  Much like Alien, it seems to me – mother to none, but still fascinated to watch – already loving so much a person who is not quite a person yet.

I jumped and shrieked when I heard his little heart beat-beat-beating, rushing to life. Called out and cried happy tears when he kicked (or punched) my palm. Maybe he even head-butted me, the little punk. I bet he did. Full-on, just like my sister.

For now, we are still waiting . . . . . waiting . . . . . .. waiting.

He’ll be here when he is ready. Whenever that time is, he is going to make so many people happy.

I hope I make him happy too.

 

my niece is a squeaky toy October 2, 2009

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Usually my stories of collisions with kids are of my school teaching days, where I’ve had my leg snotted on, or made a child cry (he was a little LIAR!).

But now, my sisters are popping out babies like the population depends on it, and I have been upgraded from step-aunt to aunt-aunt and I am TERRIFIED. I don’t know what to do with them, except for try to hold them without dropping them, or letting their little heads roll back too much. I hope I don’t make them cry.

My  little baby niece is 3 weeks old. When I held her yesterday, she had the hiccups for almost 15 minutes, and her fat little body bounced every few seconds. I think she wanted to cry some, but kept hiccuping instead.  She reminded me of a pink squeaky toy you throw around with roly poly puppy doggies.  I heart her.