The year has passed and for the blog’s sake we’ve little to show for it. But for everything else’s sake there’s plenty to look at and be done. Well, on to the good stuff with no direction at all.
What can be said about a first son’s first son’s first birthday? We can go back to the real first birthday, THE BIRTH DAY, and start from there. Or, maybe not. 6am is much too early for time travel, so let’s just stick with the facts. (as they stand today).
Mr. Rowan Vega Danger Womack is a little man of great voice and pointy teeth. Everything that sister Arwen was, he is not. (cuteness and other -nesses aside). He loves speak his mind with an articulate, yet monosyllabic, tongue and now that he has discovered crawling… well, nothing is safe. Unlike his sister, anything and everything is fair game for the mouth. He seems to be fairly intuitive mechanically. While “glean” is usually a word reserved for older folk, I believe he gleans the workings of most things he comes across. If he can’t figure it out, he simply tries to eat it.
There have been a few minor power struggles between the two of 3rd letter W, last letter N. Rowan, for the most part, wants to play with someone closer to his own size. Arwen takes his approach as a threat to whatever toy she has taken ownership of at the time. Arwen tries passive resistance, Rowan just barrels through and when he gets close, Arwen finds a way of simply making the toy unavailable… to both of them. When Arwen realizes the consequence of her action, she cries. At this, Rowan bounces and squeals in delight.
Rowan loves his baths and bottles, both of which cause the bouncing and squealing just mentioned. He is a restless child, especially when a little tired. The best, but perhaps not the most flattering, example is that of a dog that lays down, gets up, turns a few times and lays back down in the exact position before, only to repeat the process a minute later. He needs his niche. Everyone does I suppose.
We’re pretty sure he was born with a floor magnet in his head, while things have improved over the past weeks, his head still finds the floor a couple times a day. Thankfully, he isn’t crying every time a mistake is made anymore. But now his thing is getting under the dining room chairs and getting stuck. I think he likes the slight echo because he props himself up and babbles into the corners.
Well I know this wasn’t the most concise or articulate of posts, but it was done in parts and I decided I need to finish it. Words do the boy Rowan no justice at all. He is one of those people you just have to meet.