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July 05, 2007
line face
This is one of my favorite of Finn's expressions, what we here in the Hazen Home call "line face." It's when he turns his face into a series of horizontal lines, save some smirky little lips. This photo was taken after he had just polished off a slice of his most cherished delicacy--birthday cake. An occasion for line face if there ever was one.
It is now possible to hold entire conversations with Finn. He's putting together sentences five and six words long, assigning ownership ("Mama's shoes" or "Daddy's shirt"), and telling tall tales. Tonight, he screamed bloody murder when I put him down to sleep. We checked in on him, thinking something was terribly wrong. He'd immediately stop crying and blirt out something like, "Santos eat Bella food" (translation: Santos ate the neighbor dog's food when she stayed with us last week) or "Shoes off sandbox mama" (translation: Mom, the sandbox is so much more fun if you'd take your shoes off).
But the best part is when he cracks himself up. Last week, he started saying "Daddy eating flowers with mouth." And both of us were like, "Did you just say Daddy ate flowers with his mouth?" And he'd insist, laughing, that (and I'm paraphrasing here) yes, can you believe how absurd Daddy is? I swear, the guy eats flowers. Even better, he eats them with his mouth.
He's also started saying "love you," and words cannot describe what it's like to hear your child say this. Back when Finn was hazing us--when he was just a few months old he'd scream his head off for hours a day. He'd sleep only in his infant swing, and only long enough to gather enough energy to scream his head off again when he awoke. I always loved him, but I wasn't so sure liked my new role. Screaming was the only kind of feedback I was getting, so I figured that I pretty much sucked at this being-a-Mom business.
My friend, Meg, told me that one day the little guy would throw his arms around me and tell me he loved me. At the time, seemed about as likely to me as his Daddy eating flowers with his mouth. But now, the memory of that wild, colicky infant is dimmed by this sweet, funny, smart child who he grew into. A child whom I love as much as I love the privilege of being a Mom. (Which is more than I ever thought possible.)
Posted by lisa at July 5, 2007 07:46 PM
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