No braggin’

I have finally reached the age where I am no longer competing with other women for the best haircut, the newest jeans, the sparkliest nail polish (ok, I never did compete but you get the idea).  Now the “competition” has entered an entirely new level—now the questions aren’t about me, they are about my son. 

“Is Duc crawling yet?”

“Is he able to feed himself?”

“Does he sleep through the night yet?”

I’m not the kind of parent that brags about what my son does (but yes to all three of those questions and more!).  I don’t think it is productive—for me or the other mother.  Besides, it really isn’t a fair comparison.  But I will do it here because this is my blog and you guys were crazy enough to check it today!

The boy is smart. I think because I am a first time mom I don’t see this because I don’t have another child to compare him to, but I do know from what other people have said that he is a very bright, advanced child. 

Today the Spud saw the pediatrician and he confirmed that he is in awesome shape.  He told me it isn’t just a matter of comparing him to other institutionalized children—in that arena alone he is amazing.  But even compared to children born in the US he is still off the charts.  Developmentally he is on level with children 4-5 months older. 

When people start worrying about their child’s status and ask me where Spud is developmentally I tell them it would be unfair to compare.  He just doesn’t fit in the same category.  I’m sure they probably think that I say that to feel better about their child’s status.  I don’t bother to correct them.  Of course, in my eyes he will always be exceptional. 

He hasn’t grown much and he hasn’t even gained a full two pounds.  WTH?  The kid is breaking my arm!  I wrenched my wrist when we were in VN, but since coming home and returning to work (where my hands are on a non-ergonomic keyboard for 8+ hours a day) my wrists, especially my right is killing me!  Holding him hurts, but so does any kind of pressure on it.  I can’t even hold my laptop with one hand.  I’ve been wearing a wrist splint at work, but it isn’t feasible at home. 

I’m such a weenie.  Unlike this guy:

I love that it is getting warmer.  The Spud gets to feel the wind on his skin on a lot more these days.