They told me that the first year of his life was gonna be the fastest twelve months of my life. They didn’t really account for a global pandemic, but having Rhys at this age gives me something to appreciate about the sudden slow down.
We left our place in San Diego for relatively safer confines in LA and Bakersfield. Rhys handled those strange transitions pretty well. He got to spend a lot of time with his Bakersfield grandparents and his two aunts, one of whom he’s named after. He’s also slowly understanding how his other grandma suddenly exists inside Dad’s phone for right now- along with all the other virtual friends he’s met.
After hitting a little sleep regression, he’s starting to get back on track. He laughs a lot now, mostly at two things: me pretending to eat him like a zombie and Beignet barking at skateboarders.
He also started to try some frozen avocados to help soothe his teeth sprouts and introduce solids. Mixed reviews from him so far, but it’s a big step closer towards guac.
We planned these throwback Phillies duds for baseball’s opening day, but that among other things has been cancelled. Honestly, the best counter to all the disappointments from cancelled things has been simple gratitude. And that gets so much easier when I remember that I now get way more time to hang with this guy.
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Five Months of Rhys