Well, little Matt is getting bigger and bigger. I call him Chunk, a little ironic reference to how small he was when we brought him home in February. I can hardly believe he’s the same baby, both in terms of size and his interaction with the world. He seems more alive every day, more aware of his surroundings, and more cantankerous about having his way.
Of late, he has decided that the hours between 1am and 5 am are prime time, and becomes very angry that the rest of us are not available for his amusement. A few nights ago, he was putting up quite a fuss, a real tantrum, kicking, howling, waving his fists, pulling the hair on my chest. I thought to myself, “Man, he must be in pain, I hope he is not sick!” I turn on the light to check him, and the Chunk is instantly happy and quiet, looking up at me with great interest.
So he is already quite willful. I am pleased. But he must also know his limitations. (chuckle)
Some people asked for pics. Here are some I took yesterday, starting with him in his, hmm, I dunno what it’s called, but it’s a bit like a recliner with a seatbelt. He is not pleased!
Chunk becomes enraged!
Chunk is briefly mollified by attention
Chunk does not understand bright light!
Chunk does not like bright light!
Chunk will crush!
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