Jericho is becoming more and more of a delight. He smiles! He smiles and even laughs! He is getting a sense of humor. I can tickle him under his chin and he chuckles with one definitive "Ha!"
He remembers things like "Pat a Cake," or at least smiles when I begin the rhyme, knowing that it will lead to tickling. He knows me. He wants me around, which is both a blessing and a curse. Or it is a curse only because I must soon return to the workforce, a prospect that I face with a growing sense of dread.
June has been the easiest and brightest month thus far in the life of mothering Jericho. My mother came for a visit, and I was given the pleasure of sharing my rapture and infatuation with my baby with someone who feels the same way, his Grammi. We had such fun trying to capture his elusive smile on film. He always stops when you break out the camera. But we did finally get one.
Luckily, my mother took this photo. Because tragedy struck last week when my computer hard drive crashed and I lost all the photos I had taken of Jericho, along with many others. It's not a problem I ever had with Jade, of course. The problem there was that I didn't have the means to take many photos or videos of her. I wish I had. I think only one video exists of her childhood.
I had already many videos of Jericho, such as the one posted here. I even had a video of his bris (not the cutting part -- in fact, we had a bris without the circumcision, more on that later). But most of that is gone. It's my one damn fault -- I should have backed up -- but that doesn't mean it isn't a real shame.
