Written by: Suzanna December 07 2011 “Jacob has fully functioning […]
Written by: Suzanna December 07 2011
“Jacob has fully functioning sweat glands.” I declared this glorious fact to my husband the other night over dinner. His response: “Oh, yeah? Wow.” My response: “No, really, it’s impressive. Most babies don’t begin to sweat real drops until much later on. AND, he started crying real tears way before other babies, too.” His response: “Oh, yeah? Wow.”
It was at that moment that I realized two things: 1) My conversational skills need some serious work, and 2) I am THAT mom.
You know the one. She’s convinced that her child exhibits superior physical and mental development, and she’s not afraid to tell you. All. The. Time. Or, at least anytime that you are within earshot, which is essentially all the time since she’s perfectly willing to shout examples of her child’s Ubermensch ways.
Okay, so I’m not that bad, at least not yet. I’m not obnoxious enough to go around sharing facts with friends and family—I am content to share them with my husband and with strangers over this blog—but I do have a secret sense of pride every time I look at my little guy.
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No, he’s not composing symphonies (yet), teaching quantam physics to his cousins (yet) or performing brain surgery (yet), but he sweats and he cries real tears. And, when you’re two months old, that’s a good start. As they, say, you have to learn to crawl before you can walk, which, by the way, I expect him to do any day now.
Of course, I know that all moms think their baby is intelligent, but I have actual proof. (Ha!) When he was just one day old, Tom and I both heard him say “Momma” as clear as a bell. At one week, he would turn his head to watch me walk away. At four weeks, he was smiling real smiles. At seven weeks, he began “talking” to his stuffed animals. And, now, at eight weeks, he writes novels and plays the violin in his spare time. (Two of those facts aren’t true, I’ll let you be the judge.)
With every week that passes, Jacob is growing and developing in new amazing ways. Each of his advances gives me reason to believe that he’ll be the next Einstein. Of course, it will be a few years before we’ll know for sure.
Hopefully, by then he’ll have stopped drooling.