Friday, May 05, 2006

letter to trinity: 10 months old

Dear Trinity,

As of today, you have now been with us for 10 months. Almost an entire year!



I find my perceptions of time so confused since you arrived. At times, it seems like you've been with your Mom and I for as long as the two of us have known each other (which is at this point about 15 years so far). But at other times, it seems like you just got here, and in no small way made us realize how empty our lives were without you.

I have seen you both less and more over the past month. At the beginning of April I began working 12 hour night shifts 4 days out of every 8. So I have seen you less in the evenings (I miss putting you to bed!), but on my 4 days off I get to spend all my time with you and your Mom. So it’s working out great. I miss you and your Mom a lot, but I know that it’s worth it.

You have really taken this crawling thing to an unexpected level. You can get from our couch in the living room to the kitchen sink (maybe 20 feet) in less than 30 seconds. I know because I followed you trotting in to check out what your Mom was up to just the other day.



As always, you are more expressive, and emotive, and communicative. You are starting to tell us when you like or don't like things. Under the 'don't like' category, vegetables come to mind, particularly sweet potatoes. Because every time I wear them after a feeding wherein you spray them across my face, you are laughing your ass off the whole time.

You are starting to understand the finer points of spatial relationships. When we hide a toy under a blanket, you know that it is still there, and are absolutely delighted with yourself when you find it again.

Lately you have been really cultivating your separation anxiety. Or we have. I'm not sure which. When I leave for work you cry, and when I see you in the morning you go bananas. And when we are around people you don't know (or don't remember) you cling to us as tight as you can, making yourself feel as secure and safe as possible.

One last thought about nicknames. We've been using two new ones for you this past month.

The first, Trinitysaurus, is usually brought out at feedings that don't go at all as planned. Lots of roaring and spitting of food about. When we use this nickname it usually means I'm going to need a shower.

Your next one is trotted out only during the more sleepless of sleepless nights. When we can't seem to make you comfortable no matter what we do, that's when we call you the No-sleepinator. Sort of like the Terminator, but sweet and cute and the only casualty is sleep that I probably make up the following night.



Just in case these names don't stick and you never hear them again, I thought you should know that we had fun with you way back in 2006. I can't wait to see what fun you're inspiring over the next month.

Love Daddy