3.28.2012

Ocean Wide

He twists his head, stretches open his mouth, reaches for milk the way a front crawl swimmer turns for air. The whorls of his ears are as marvelously convoluted as a conch, symmetry imperfectly precise. His hands, less like floundering sea creatures, stretch with more intent. He grasps toys, brings his toes to his mouth, cuddles blankets at his chest. Five fingers curl around one of my own, holding fast while he sleeps. He slumbers with lids screwed tight, mouth shut firm, tackling such serious business with all the concentration it deserves. When they're open, the deep water blue of his eyes is receding, but anxiety still gathers in his brow right before he cries. He is patient, except when he is really not.
He seems to have been studying a manual on how to be a human being, with particular attention to chapters like growing and grabbing earrings and finding your voice and demonstrating surprise.  He is four months old.  And we love him farther than we can see.
JEB

3 comments:

Poppy John said...

Jenni Baby,

Not to brag...but, Grandma Sandy spends a lot of time with her toes in her mouth, too.

L2A

P.S. Tolliver looks as though he is getting a very elevated percentage of body fat. Are you planning on having him jog or use the treadmill this week?

Maggie said...

He is SOOOOOOOOOOO cute! I really cannot get over how big he is! Quite frankly, I'm surprised he is able to get his toes to his mouth! Ha! I love chubby babies. It sounds like you all are having fun with him.

Groves said...

Tolliver, we know you are always patient, always.

Anyone that cute could only be patient. :)

Cathy in Missouri