First fall

Sometimes you expect too much from people.  You expect your husband to know what you want for your birthday.  You expect your boss to give you credit for something you did without being asked.  You expect a 6 1/2 month old to stay put and understand gravity and the detremental impacts of it.  You expect that you will be the perfect parent the first go at it.
Robert fell three feet headfirst on to linoleum.  I saw it all in slow motion.  My heart broke as I saw his face change from interest to shock to fear and pain.  It was all my fault.  I guess this is the first of many parenting moments that I wish I could take back.
He was so brave.  After he cried and slept it off, I really broke down and started bawling.  He looked at with concern and hugged my face with his tiny hands.

 The night of the fall.

 A couple days later.

About a week after the fall.

Wompa Comes to Visit

My dad came to visit us from Michigan this week-end. This is only the third time he and Robert have met. We've been so lucky to have most of our family so close. I sometimes take it for granted and forget how much my dad is missing out on. Hopefully we can make their time together all about quality not quantity.

We took at trip to the Como Conservatory after Bubs' physical therapy appointment.  He has torticolois.  It's mild as we've been aware of his condition since he was born but didn't have a diagnosis to go with it.  We've been correcting his tilt with rolled up blankets and with the ways that we hold him.  We just recently were able to put a name with the odd way he held his head.  Hopefully with our daily actions and his physical therapy his neck will grow stronger and straighter.

0-195 Days

Robert

This is Robert. I refer to him by many names. Bubby, Bubs, Berty, Birdie Boy, Rubba, Rubby Bumpkins... It's my liking that he will decide what he wants to be called, but I'm encouraging Bert. Pat's encouraging Bobby.
Pat and I didn't have a name for Robert until we faced Birth Certificate and SSN papers the day after he was born. During my pregnancy we had all sorts of interesting names for boys that we thought would stay connected to his family roots, yet stand away from the crowd. Murdoch, Giuseppe, Yves, Bayard all sounded great on paper, but when we met the little stranger that was hiding in my belly, none seemed to fit. Finally Pat looked at him and then looked at me and said "His name is Robert. Yep, it's Robert." And that was that. Robert was also my grandfather. December 2, 1930 - June 8, 2007. Pat never got to meet him.
Robert is in my every thought.  He is the reason I do everything now. He has so much joy and wonder and I am so lucky to get to share that with him. I also hope to share a sibling with him someday. Pat and I would like to have two children. We want them close together, 1 - 2 years apart. Robert is already over six months old, so we better start cooking on the Spruce Deuce.