When Simon was born, he was a hefty, stocky little thing. It was easy to imagine him as a cannon ball, bouncing off walls, zooming through the hallways, climbing up the bookcases and engaging in other such feats of physicality. And here he is, three years later, a cautious little bookworm, who is at his most dangerous when “loving” his little brother.
You’d think I’d learn. But no. Oliver came out longer and leaner than Simon and I quickly pegged him as a sensitive soul, who would probably lag behind his brother’s developmental milestones and have an artistic bent. You know, because he was “scrawny.” He was going to be a baby longer than Simon because it would be forever before he learned to sit or crawl or stand or walk. Don’t ask me where these ideas come from. It’s ridiculous, but I couldn’t help jumping to conclusions.
And Oliver seems to be intent on proving me wrong at every turn. Not that he is not sensitive, because maybe he is. And maybe he will be more artistically inclined than his brother — it wouldn’t take much. But he certainly isn’t waiting to delve into those developmental milestones. He’s been sitting like a champ since he was 5 1/2 months, has two teeth busting through his bottom gums before he’s even 7 months old, and would prefer to stand, if only he had the balance. Even the doctor says he’s showing signs of being an early walker.
So I’ve been adjusting my perceptions of Oliver as of late and giving him a little more credit for his abilities. Today he got to splash in the “brook” at the Children’s Museum for the first time. He has his own seat at the table. (Simon wasn’t as happy about giving his chair to Oliver as one would hope, but at least he hasn’t done anything drastic.) And we think it’s about time we started encouraging him to sleep through the night a little more strongly. If anyone has any tips about how to go about doing that, please share. We’d be much obliged.