The top of Nathan’s head reaches the middle of my hip. Since we did not teach him sign language (I only know the sign for “friend” and that’s only because in second grade, I watched a video about Koko the Gorilla), and so to communicate to me that he wants to be picked up, he shakes his head while rubbing his face into my butt. Sometimes I have to refocus that energy and gently resituate him in front of his toys but it usually backfires because he charges at me even more aggressively and rubs his face into my crotch. He hugs both my legs, latching on with his tiny anchored fingers and tries to re-enter the womb at which point I’m trying to shake him off because I have VERY IMPORTANT things to do like rinse his bottles or put on make-up or properly clean out the bong.
But other than the crazy head shake, he has been very cute this week. For example, his favorite toy is the foam stress ball I picked up at work. He drops the ball and it falls down, rolling between his legs. He leans forward in a downward dog position, placing his hands on the ground and looks through his legs and reaches through in a vain attempt to retrieve a ball that would have just required him to TURN AROUND and pick up.
And so when he repeats this downward dog pose sans ball, I quickly swoop in and plant my head on the floor so he can look at me upside down while I say, “HELLO!” And can I confess to you, at the risk of losing my thuggish-street-cred, that bellowing “HELLO!” toward my son’s fat, red cheeks smiling back through even fatter toddler thighs is the best part of my day.