Well here we are at 4 months. My Baby, as he is affectionately called is now 16.7lbs and 26 inches. I can’t believe how big he is getting. There have been many happy moments of him laughing and turning his head to see what is going on in the room. I also love how he has learned to grab everything and kick in his bath. Tonight I gave him a bath and he grabbed the tub and lifted it up. Wow! I had no idea that having a boy would get so intense early on.
When your baby is bi-cultural people always want to know what is going on with his language development. Although my baby is months away from speaking a real word I have noticed a few things. He really responds strongly to Japanese. Even when he was newborn if my husband would pop in a Japanese TV show DVD, My Baby would stop and perk up searching the room for the source of that sound. I guess it shows that he has a strong bond to the language. When his grandparents came to visit from Japan 3 weeks ago he was in heaven. They talked to him and smiled at him and loved him up for 4 days
endlessly. We are really lucky to have such loving people in our lives.
During that time my Japanese improved. I look forward to seeing them again next year when mom will come to stay for a while. I know people joke about in-law drama, but I am willing to follow this woman’s lead. First of all she is a nurse, a high level nurse with 40 years of experience. The next thing is that we need each other, her Japanese and my English. I think we could share and learn a lot and I hope that one day she will be able to read this post for herself.
They brought My Baby tons of stuff from Japan. Clothes, toys, books, DVDs. I am happy for it all, I don’t want to think about how much that stuff would cost if I bought it here.
After just 3 weeks he can fit the clothes that they brought. Japanese baby clothes are so much more sensible. They are comfy and snap with these soft plastic snaps. I do not have to pull anything over his wiggly head and he is happy to be in them.
It feels good to look at My Baby while he is sleeping and as
my husband puts it “cuteing”.
Yes, all is cute except when he poops and it seeps out of the diaper and onto the floor. Can you imagine my mortification when this scene played out in the waiting room of the doctor’s office? Oh sure it was a hoot afterwards, but it was not fun to be in the middle of it all. I guess I should be thankful that we were not in a restaurant.
What’s the most awkward moment you’ve ever had with your
baby? Let me know.