This morning, I noticed in the Nabbalicious Margarita Recap that she mentioned “Tales of Wito’s adorableness are no fib, either. In fact, I think Whoorl totally underplays how cute he is.” Um, is that like an INVITATION to boast and spew forth all things Wito? My precious, old soul Wito?
Sounds like it to me, and how appropriate that it’s time for an update.
I chose this photo because it accurately represents Wito 95% of the time. Just taking it all in…intently curious, yet calm. It’s challenging coming up with words to describe his personality, but ones that come to mind would be:
Happy. Peaceful. Mellow. Extremely observant. Intense when excited. Is this an ad for a dating service?
May I annoy you and brag a teensy bit? I promise it will be short. He is such a pleasure to be around. SUCH a pleasure. He loves to “talk” on the phone to my parents and sister and is currently lobbying the Olympic committee in hopes of adding The Jumperoo as a winter sport. He rarely fusses, cries maybe once a week and sleeps like a champ. The child hasn’t slept less than 12 hours at night in months. Literally. D and I were trying to remember the last time he woke up in the middle of the night and I think it was 3-4 months ago. These types of things make a lady very happy. Maybe his size has something to do with it…did I mention Wito was 22 pounds and off the charts for height at his 6-month checkup?! The boy is mammoth.
And yes, we all know what is going to happen tonight since I actually published this paragraph to the world. The Braggy Blog Phenomenon. This coupled with the upcoming developmental changes might have me eating my words, but up until this point, he has been nothing short of an angel.
And that’s why I have to say, regardless of what happens in the future, Wito deserves to be acclaimed today. I am so proud of him. It’s not about about whose child is cuter or funnier or developmentally superior, it’s about the bliss we experience in their presence. Right, my bitches? For me, it’s the calm (yes, calm) he brings to my frenzied mind. And okay, he’s fucking CUTE. I feel like most of this blog revolves around my irks and whatnot, but today, I can confidently say I have no irks with Wito. **Cliche Alert** He is such a blessing and I’m so lucky.
But SHIT kid, I’m running out of material. Could you help me out, yo?