January 22, 2011

Dear Calvin,

I almost forgot to post this, not because I forgot that it was your seven-month birthday today, but because we spent the day with Todd, Molly, and Jack. You and Jack are actually acting like friends now. He pets your head, you try to grab his ears, and you poke and prod at each other until your mean mommies pull you apart. It's for your own good; babies are fragile things, and we don't want you causing any lasting damage.

You ripped a coaster in half this evening. It was one of those cheap paper cardboard coasters that you get at chain restaurants, but Molly was impressed. You also jump and kick like crazy and I can tell you're developing muscle. When you try to crawl it looks like swimming, but you're moving backwards a little and making progress. Jack is crawling and cruising now, and you'll be there soon.

I took you for a helmet consult the other day. It wasn't fun, because I don't want to get you a helmet, but it wasn't as bad as I had feared. Since I got your numbers I'm going to set up the follow-up appointment to get you all checked out so that insurance can tell us whether it's covered. I'm pretty sure you're not bad enough for them to cover it, so I'm not too worried, but if they do you'll have a cool space helmet to wear for three months. That's how I have to look at it so I don't worry as much. I feel like it's a mean thing to do to a baby, but I also don't want you to have a deformed head. We'll take care of you the best that we can.

I love you so much, and you're so cool.

Love, Mama