May 08, 2007

Happy Two-Thirds

We didn't mention that yesterday Elliot turned eight months! He is now two-thirds years old. By happenstance I dressed him in a little shirt and pants which were, separately, gifts, and which, together, made him look like he was about ready to go to college. Shockingly adult, or at least very very boylike. When really he is still my sweet bebe! At least, he's the bebe for another tiny while; I think soon we might have to 'fess up and admit that he is a toddler. Are they babies until they can take a step? I don't rightly know. Elliot still can't really crawl, so I think he falls into baby category for at least for a few more days.

However, there were a couple of developmental milestones we should mention. First, yesterday Elliot was sitting in his crib and pulled himself into a standing position. I'm not even kidding. He charmed our hearts by accomplishing this act because of an intense desire to reach..the bookshelf. For real! He wanted those books.

Second, less charmingly, he now seems cognizant of and interested in his own urping. We posted a video a couple of weeks ago of him playing and urping and playing, seemingly not aware at all that a large puddle of urp had sprung from his mouth. But now when he urps he looks sort of surprised, and if he has made a little puddle on his leg or the floor, he will sort of poke at it.

Okay, but enough with that.

We were all sitting in bed this morning, and Brandon spontaneously started reciting for Elliot a poem which seems perfect for our day, which is beautiful and springlike, and for Elliot's small two-thirds milestones, and so I will put it here. I am very excited that it is Elliot's first spring!

33. "Loveliest of Trees"

LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

4 comments:

Alesia said...

Happy 2/3's to Elliot!

I marked my youngest's move into toddlerdom when he could open the kitchen cabinets by himself.

What a beautiful poem. Who wrote it?

Roxanne said...

That is crazy that he pulled himself up... you better watch out he will soon take the car keys and go for a joy ride!! When did our babes get sooo big!??

Camera Crazy said...

Sarah--I so seldom get comments that I was delighted to come upon yours. A couple of things--if I had ever allowed myself to think of the huge responsibility it was raising four sons, I would have never gotten it done. So far, I'm pleased with the results. As well, the toddler thing--it means they can walk shakily, or toddle, if you will. That sounds simplistic, and forgive me if I insulted your intelligence! I want you to know that Matthew did not walk until he was 15 months old, and never practiced words at all. He began speaking in sentences when he was 2. Imagine it being your first and all the books say otherwise. The point is, they do everything when ready. Jonathan, Matt's youngest brother did not walk till 17mos.! I loved the poem as well--very thought provoking for someone in my shoes.

Brandon said...

A. E. Housman