On of the most embarrassing aspects of my bogging hiatus was not posting the birth of my second child. I had lots of reasons at the time, but still. You blog a baby.
Elliot was born on his due date, June 21. I can’t tell you how much I enjoy that he was born on Midsummer. As a side note, Tamara won my due date contest. Must get yarn for her.
I’ve said for a while that Emerson is my heart. I think most mothers feel like their hearts have been taken out of their chests, and placed in their children. I love Em with everything I have in me. But, Elliot. What about him? Elliot is my soul. He was a big surprise, a crying-in-the-shower kind of surprise, but he’s the soul in me I thought had died. Look at his face and tell me you can’t see it.
I was surprised with Elliot at how very different two children of the same parents can be, especially from birth. Em was a big, solid baby. Never more than 50th to 70th percentile, but just a solid core. Elliot, on the other hand, is a tiny thing. At his nine month appointment a few weeks ago I literally danced when he reached the 12th percentile. He’s just a long skinny thing. And when I say long, I mean long. Em wore these longies to Rhinebeck ’08, at 15 months old.
Although the length is spot-on, the waists was drastically too big. El “helped” me crochet a chain for a drawstring.
I thought I blogged about these when I knit them for Em, but I can’t seem to find a post. Here’s Em in them at around 15 months:
And here they are on El at NINE months. At seven months he was taller than Em was at 12.
So, there you have him. My smallest man, both in and out of handknits. Never fear, you’ll see him again soon, I’m sure, as the poor child needs a blanket from mama.