Max is our first child. He was born after a 32 hour labour, and the thrill of holding him for the first time is one that I will never forget. He was a beautiful baby. People stopped me on the street to comment on how lovely he was. He was never an easy baby, but he was mine, and he was perfect. He slept on my chest like a baby koala sleeps on its mama, and loved to be with me or his father more than anything.
Max hit many of his milestones quite early. He rolled over at 6 weeks, he sat up at 4 1/2 months, he never really crawled, but walked at 9 1/2 months. And boy did he walk!! He had little baby friends from my mothers group, and was a happy, social little guy.
Max's vocabulary was large. He labelled everything in his world, with a word and a finger point. He was absolutely engaging - we couldn't get enough of him. His smile lit up whatever room he was in, the little happy dance he did, intially with just his arms, followed by bouncy little jumps was the sweetest thing we'd seen.
He thrived in a home daycare setting, where he was one of 3 toddlers being cared for. His best friend to this day is one of the kids he spent that time with.
What a spectacular baby he was!
About Me
- rachel
- Living proof that sleep deprivation is more than a research study. My little people are my life - and knitting is my hobby. I'd like to own a used bookstore one day, and make homemade soup for the people that visit me there.
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