I want to remember Eamonn running his fingers through Maisie’s hair slowly, watching it slip through his fingers. (18 months)
I want to remember Eamonn rolling Maisie over. We’ve been giving her more floor time. She’s not quite ready to roll but Eamonn is happy to help her out. I peek around the corner to make sure that he is gentle and she is not going to roll into something. She generally appreciates the new view. (18 months and 7 month)
Alan wants to remember putting Eamonn to bed and while they lay next to each other on the bed, Eamonn strokes Alan’s cheek gently.
Alan and I want to remember Eamonn calling for daddy. He is very clearly saying daddy but he pronounces it: Dad-dee (18 months)
I want to remember Eamonn reading a book with a visiting friend and him very clearly saying ‘tractor’ while pointing at one in the book. (Where’d he learn that?!?)
I want to remember Maisie’s beautiful smile. Every time she catches a glimpse of someone, her whole face lights up in the most lovely smile.
I want to remember Maisie’s crazy hair. No matter what I do, it does not lay down. And so I don’t bother. For now… it’s crazy! (7 months)
I want to remember Maisie’s new sounds – it is a bit more high pitched – guaranteed to get attention. (7 months)
I want to remember telling Eamonn that Maisie was sleeping and he stopped, looked at me, put a finger to his lips and whispered: “Shhh”. (18 months)
I want to remember teasing Eamonn that I was going to smooch him and he ran away. I caught him and smooched his forehead. He then WIPED IT OFF (!!!!) while running away from me to his daddy. (Aug 2nd 2013)
Alan wants to remember Eamonn playing peek-a-boo. He covered his eyes and, while obviously trying to hold back a smile, pulled his hands away and yelled: “Boo!” He’s clearly finding himself funny. (18 months)
I want to remember Eamonn saying Maisie’s name clearly for the first time. It sounds like “Maimie”. (18 months)
I want to remember when Maisie fell asleep in the car yesterday on the way home. I carried her into the house in her car seat and set her gently on the floor in our room and went upstairs with Eamonn. After a half hour or so of not hearing a peep, suddenly there was a toy squeek from downstairs. Alan and I laughed, realizing that Maisie was now awake. Alan went down to get her and was rewarded with the biggest smile. (7 months)
I want to remember Eamonn, when Alan was away in London, wandering around and randomly calling out for “Dad-Dee!”. Then, when I was putting him to bed, he saw a shirt that Alan had worn the day before, said “Dad-Dee” and pulled the shirt to his face and rubbed the soft fabric on his cheek. I offered it to him to sleep with and he chose to. He had a lovie in one hand, his daddy’s shirt in another, and his suki in his mouth. He woke up in the middle of the night and I went to him, snuggled him, changed his diaper and went to put him back to bed. He resisted for a minute but when he looked down and saw his daddy’s shirt he said “Dad-Dee” and let me put him down again so that he could snuggle with the red shirt. (Incidently, it’s a red checked Patagonia shirt that I am not particularly fond of… I guess we are never getting rid of it now.) (18 1/2 months)
Sigh, this is going by so quickly…