When Talin cries, Sprocket makes sure to Lassie us over to him right away.
From Lesley: Today, Talin is exactly the age Jaya was on the day she died. It has been a strange experience throughout the pregnancy and his early infancy, with grief and hope, fear and love, anticipation and anxiety.
Oh, the anxiety.
Superstition has me thinking that if he survives today, we are out of the woods. That I can start being more confident in thinking about what he will be like at his first birthday, as a toddler, as a "big kid" like Navin. The SIDS risk drops dramatically after 6 months, so on the 13th of January I can relax even more (?). But then he'll somehow become Jaya's "big brother". He will see and do things she will never be able to. She will start to fade. Up to now, I've been able to say "Oh, Navin and Jaya were like this when they were this age" or "Jaya was like this, but Navin was like that, and Talin is more like him (or her)". But as Talin surpasses Jaya in age, it feels like she will lose some of her significance in our daily lives. And as Talin and Navin grow older, that gap between them and their sister will widen. It's a little bit like losing her again.
Talin is a very happy baby. He lights up when Navin comes into view. When you speak to him, he breaks into a gummy grin. He loves bouncing in his Jolly Jumper, is unsure about this strange-tasting mush mummy keeps putting in his mouth, and is so proud of himself when he rolls onto his tummy.
We love him so much, and thankfully have not let the fear and anxiety compromise our enjoyment of him. Here's to more baby fun as he enters his second six months!
Talin on the left, Jaya on the right. :)
With travels, we had our Ottawa Christmas last night. I got a personalized copy of the Complete Bloom County!
My 2017 top nine were mostly baby news, memories, and pictures. Knowing how many friends were rooting for us meant a lot. #2017bestnine
Talin’s first trip to Bedford’s local legend Chickenburger (and first time meeting @canadandrew)
King of Donair-nament
Merry Christmas from my band of weirdos to you and yours!
When borrowing gym water bottles from the in-laws, beggars can’t be choosers.