About three days ago, Davis took his first steps. I was sitting on the kitchen floor, and he was standing, holding onto the refrigerator. In a moment, he let go and took two wobbly steps to his mama. This morning when Tracy was leaving to go to work, he put Davis down, and Bobbie squatted in front of him. Davis took two more wobbly steps into Bobbie’s arms. He’s gotten really good at standing alone and balancing himself for at least a minute too! Look out world, here he comes!
Davis saw a frog for the first time last night. It was a big, fat frog that when it hopped and landed on the cement, you could hear his flab slap the sidewalk.
Davis is approaching his eleven month birthday. Then, it will be only a month before we reach that magic number – 12 months. That’s the magic number because it seems as if babies lose all their fragility at that time. They can do big kid stuff like drink real cow’s milk from a cup, eat all kinds of grown up foods, walk, talk, and do all the things that would have caused them to spontaneously combust if they had done them at 11 months and 30 days. As his one year old birthday quickly approaches, I can’t help but wonder what has happened to the last year. It seems like just a couple of months ago, I was enjoying chocolate pop-tarts and ice cold milk while trying to find my feet. Unbelievable.
Right now, Davis is sleeping soundly in his crib which affords me a moment to sit and relax. When he’s awake, there is only time for play, play, play. As I walked out of work today, the chilly air hit me and rain sprinkled down. A woman standing at the back door having a smoke break looked at me and said, “I wish I were you. This is the perfect weather for you to go home and take a nap.” I laughed and replied, “I have a 10 month old at home. There’s no such thing as a nap.”
Davis requires my full attention. When I am cooking, it is sometimes difficult to give him my full attention. He stays right by my feet and plunders through cabinets while I prepare dinner. A few nights ago, he was rearranging my pots, skillets, and sauce pans as I prepared one of our favorites – Mexican. I was stirring the black beans when I heard a crash and spun around to find my glass cutting board in a million pieces all over the floor around me and my child. Davis looked up at me like he was in shock. I yelled for Tracy and luckily Tracy was able to snatch him from the midst of the mayhem before he moved a muscle.
Last night we took Davis to the pool. He is such fearless little creature. I hoped and prayed that if we ever had a child, he wouldn’t be plagued by fear the way his mother is. However, I didn’t pray for a daredevil. At the pool, we put him in his floating boat and he tried to leap out. He actually went face first into the water. Luckily I was right there and caught him. I don’t know if I have the nerves for raising a boy. I imagine God is having good laugh as I am challenged to let go of some of my fears and just embrace the chaos that is raising a little one.
I wonder if girls are different. Like, do they try to dive over the end of the couch or off the bed like stuntpeople? Or do they just sit in their pretty pink outfits and behave like little ladies. I fear that with Davis, my fun-filled, freaking out adventures are just beginning.
A few weekends ago, Tracy and I decided it was time to get out of town. We really hadn’t been anywhere this summer except Atlanta. This time we decided to go with Davis in tow. The night before heading to Savannah for our spontaneous, last minute mini vacation, we headed to Wal-mart to pick up a big boy car seat for Davis. He had outgrown his and what better way to break in a new one except a 4 hour trip down south. Tracy promptly read the manual and had the seat installed with amazing speed.
The next day, Friday, at lunch we set off on our adventure. Davis was a trooper. We only stopped once on the way to Savannah. He didn’t voice any complaints until the last 30 minute leg. He then began explaining that he had been in his new big boy ride long enough. He needed to stretch his legs.
We ended up staying at the Springhill Suites which was modern, new and clean. It was decorated in a very sleek style – a boutique hotel feel. After checking into the hotel and resting for a bit we headed to Kim’s house to pick her up and go to dinner. We ate at this fabulous Cuban restaurant. We had pulled pork, black beans and rice and plantains. Yummo! I am craving that right now as a matter of fact. Davis was very squirmy and a tad fussy throughout our entire dinner which wasn’t really surprising since he had been stuck in the car for four hours and was now stuck in a high chair. Once dinner was done, Tracy and I headed back to the hotel in desperate need of sleep. We entered our room and began getting Davis dressed in his pirate pajamas. We changed his poopie diaper (the 4th one of the day), got his pajamas on, stood him up on the bed and he projectile vomited on his pirates, Tracy, and the decorative bed coverlet. Tracy rushed him to the sink where he threw up again. This time on Tracy’s arm, another pirate, and in the sink.
I panicked, began rushing around getting towels, running bath water, etc., etc. After getting him cleaned up, I panicked more. He had never thrown up before…something terrible must be wrong. All of a sudden he felt hot. Of course, I thought, he has a termperature, it’s some rare form of the flu. Tracy helped me hold the thermometer under Davis’s arm. Finally, it beeped and read 99.0. A fever, I said. I knew it. Tracy reassured me saying that a baby doesn’t have a fever until his temp reaches 100.4 degrees. I didn’t believe him. I am calling the doctor I said. I called the doctor and in no time she called me back. She assured me that a baby doesn’t have a fever until his temp reaches 100.4 and that if he is peeing, pooping, eating, and otherwise acting fine, she wasn’t worried. She ended the conversation with, “Enjoy your vacation.”
We finally went to sleep and woke up Saturday morning…late. We ate lunch at Masado (sp. help me Kim) Cafe which is located in an African American church. It was such a cool find – Kim is great at locating dives and unique holes in the wall. This “cafe” had the best ribs I have ever laid my lips on. I can’t really remember the side dishes, but the ribs…Afterwards we visited the Telfair Museum of Art. There was a very large sculpture located in a very large room with stone floors and walls. The scultpture was of a man with his two sons battle some extra large snakes. Davis and I looked at the sculpture, I waved my hand up towards it and said LOOK! The room exploded and echoed with laughter…Davis’s laughter. I waved my arm again and again belly laughs. We walked to the next statue – a much less disturbing one and I waved my arm and said LOOK! and Davis didn’t even crack a smile. We moved back to the snake fighter and Davis guffawed. Not sure what all that says about his taste in art. I guess I could be a bit concerned.
After the museum, we went back to the hotel and rested a bit before heading to Kim’s friends’ house – Chris and Cheryl. We met Ashley and Josh there. We ate pizza and shared baby stories. Cheryl and Kim are both pregnant. It’s kind of nice to be on the giving side of the advice instead of the receiving.
Sunday morning we woke up…late again. When Davis woke up, I proceeded to change his diaper and discovered he was covered from head to toe in SPOTS! I panicked, but didn’t call the doctor this time. We met Kim and Brett at this breakfast place and I asked Kim what she thought about the spots. She thought we should call the doctor. I dialed the number and handed the phone to Tracy. I figure that doctors probably have a littel more sympathy when dads call. And plus, I had already called one time that weekend. When Dr. Drosieko returned our call, Tracy said, “It’s the Floyd’s again.” He explained that our child was covered in spots. She repeated her earlier mantra, “If he’s peeing, pooping, eating, and doesn’t have a fever, I am not worried. Have a good vacation.” I am sure she thinks we are freaks (refer to my earlier 8 months post). After we ate breakfast, we said our good-byes, strapped Davis in his big boy seat and headed back to Myrtle Beach.
We went to Savannah for a restful weekend. I ended up being stressed out most of the time. Savannah was NOT good to Davis. Now I miss Kim. But alas, the food was good…