The Daily Hailey

Rowan is changing so fast on me! A few days ago, he woke up looking completely different. I think I figured that one out. Straight after he was born, he had that crazy ridge on his head that shows how babys skulls move so much in order to be born. Its a lot less noticeable now, and I think it likely hid itself during that night, making him look worlds apart different in the morning.

Besides his look, my baby boy is considerably less lump-like and much more like a baby person. He has much more wakeful time in the day than he used to. For instance, Dekker and Laela are in their room for a rest, and Rowan is laying here beside me in bed. I’m blogging and he’s watching, occasionally closing his eyes, putting on a big cheesy smile, and chuckling. I’m pretty sure he’s going to be hilarious. I love seeing him with his eyes wide open. He’s not quite responding to us too much, but when I talk to him right to his face without other distraction, he really locks onto my eyes, and I can tell he’s close.

While I definitely don’t want to wish away his babyhood, I am looking forward to him being able to fend for himself someday! His poor siblings. They are itching to play with him, and he’s still just a bit too floppy for that. I mean, not completely. Dekker plays with him so carefully, and wants to help with his care. Laela, on the other hand, wants to get up in his space and lay on top of him, and while she’s very petite in my eyes, she is at least 2.5 times Rowans size, and might just be too big to wrestle with him.

Wrestling!!! Quick story and then I’ll be done! Dekker and Laela are in a special stage of wanting to play with each other, but they seem to disagree on times. If she wants to play with him, he gets upset. But if he goes at her for games, she screams. Its pretty great. But this morning, they actually wanted to play together at the same time!!! Laela wanted to play toys and Dekker wanted to wrestle. Turns out those are different things. I walked in on this scene:

Both kids on the floor next to Rowans bouncy chair, containing Rowan. Dekker laying across Laela’s lap, begging her to tickle his toes. Laela consistently beating Dekker in the head with a flute. Dekker laughing uncontrollably. Laela wailing miserably.

It was pretty awesome. I didn’t interfere. I don’t want my kids to hit other kids, and I step in nine out of ten times that they scrap, in an effort to keep peace in our home, and also to encourage peaceful kids! But this one, I opted to let them play it out. They both survived and still like each other, so I think it was a good choice. But watching them play/fight, and slowly get closer and closer to their sleeping brother made me excited to see what it’ll all look like when he’s just that much bigger and they can roll him around or he can crawl after them.

Such hysterical kids.