Rynna, you're not crazy. Terran says words and has been doing so for absolutely ages. He's old enough to start learning some signing, but I almost don't see the point since he does such a great job with vocal communication. I thought my other kids were early, but not compared to my "dessert" baby.
His voice has really changed in the last little bit. His speaking voice is more masculine than I remember his brother's being (nobody is EVER going to mistake this kid for a girl, so I'm going to let his hair grow down to the ground and cover him with all sorts of cool boy-jewelry if it all looks as nice on him as his amber necklace) but I think he's going to be able to sing boy soprano parts every bit as beautifully as big bro used to,.
Sarah, your advice is absolutely right on, and I think I'd been as PPD-ish as I'm ever going to be this week, although it's actually situational and stuff I'd have to face up to eventually even without the hormones. For those of you who don't already know, I'm staring down a possible eviction that I probably deserve for being a "bad housekeeper" and it's getting kind of surreal.
I've got a friend helping me with a dump run tomorrow and i've barely even made a dent in all the stuff in the closets, but it's all so incredibly poignant...letting go of the past with Terran in the sling pointing me towards then future and two heroes-turned-friends (I'm having trouble resisting the urge to name-drop because it really is humorous as hell; Al Gore isn't hauling my old typewriters and used homeschooling workbooks to the dump, but that would be a close guess.) cheering me on and helping me through this little turning point in my journey of motherhood.
I'll be okay, I'm just a bit moody is all.
Turquoise looks good on ds1, so it probably looks horrid on Terran.
Chris just gave me a HUGE bag full of the most fabulous...well, it's rejected teenager clothes, but they're 100% cotton jersey and the most incredible colours for Terran! Oranges and a bright yellow, as opposed to that insipid "I don't know the gender of this baby" pale urine shade that looks awful on him. I've come to the conclusion that any colour that looks good on Chris looks bad on Terran and vice versa.
I'd forgotten all about red and the blondies until you guys reminded me! As you can tell from the sling in the last pic I posted, it's just fine on Terran, although I personally prefer tie-dyes and other combos of bright primary colours to solid red, but it makes my little Vikings look awful! XMIL kept getting Jeanita red polyester dresses with huge prints that made her look sunburned and sick, sick, sick, but I had to dress her in them anyway so XMIL's feeling wouldn't be hurt.
Julie, Ember is CHUBBY! I cracked up laughing at what became of the poor scrawny baby I was so worried about and I think Terran recognized her picture and how much healthier she looks too. Nursing really is different this time around; Helen has pointed it out too, even though she doesn't have quite as huge a gap between her youngest two as we do. I haven't ANY of the familiar sensations of nursing a newborn: no rock hard painfully engorged breasts, no changing my shirt as often as I change the diapers, no squirting across the room...crap, I can barely squirt into Terran's and my infected eyes enough to clear them up and make them healthy again...it feels more like the years between Christopher's weaning and Terran's birth were just a bad dream that I woke up from and now everything's back to normal again.
You show 'em, Miss Ember Lotus!
applecore, I've been driving myself nuts with Terran's "cradle crap", which goes all the way down into his eyebrows and keeps coming back and coming back. My older kids' always had it ONCE, and then when I treated it, it was gone forever. I actually postponed Terran's first treatment because I get a certain chimpanzee-like satisfaction from picking at it and getting rid of it seemed to be a kind of milestone. This was not the case with this kid. Now I'm trying to stop picking and obsessing and just leave it alone; it doesn't really bother him much except when it itches and he'll let me know when he's in the mood for a good scratching.
I'm off to watch Jeanita's final recital for her dance class and may or may not dissapear for awhile, but will be okay and will be back eventually whatever new adventures life has in store for me.