On the mend

Thanks so much for all the emails and concern about my last post. I'm feeling much better now. I still feel very sore in the ribcage, but it's not that acute, stabbing pain from this weekend. Such an improvement.

I've been working hard at not lifting Sidamo (I still hold and cuddle with him while we're sitting down, but lifting is really rough on my back). It's been interesting. I feel like a bit of a delinquent mom saying things like, "OK, sweetie, now climb out of your crib! Go ahead, just swing your leg over—you can't fall far." He thinks it's a blast. He's not much of a climber, so this is all new to him. I know moms of climbers must think I'm insane for introducing him to the concept, but you do what you have to do.

Sidamo has also come out with some gems recently. This weekend, Greg and I were in the kitchen while Sidamo was napping, and on the monitor we heard him wake up and start calling, "Daddy. Daddy!" (lazily at first), then, "Hey, Daddy!" Pause. "HEY GREG!" Big laughs.

Then tonight after Greg put Sidamo to sleep, he did his babbling thing for a long time (Sidamo, not Greg). When he started kicking the sides of his crib, Greg decided to go up and help him settle down. He stood there comforting him for a little while, and despite the fact that Sidamo was almost asleep as Greg was walking out of the room, he woke up enough to say, "Come back soon!"

Fun times. I love how much more expressive he's getting and how he parrots back things we've said—sometimes long ago. Of course, it means we need to watch our mouths—as we were reminded after the "Crap, Daddy" incident. Like I said, fun times!