We are celebrating Mark’s nine-month birthday in France this July, and it has definitely been an interesting milestone!
Mark changed a lot this month and he had a lot of “first time” moments:
- First time flying… and a long flight, across the Atlantic!
- First big international trip, with a stop in Amsterdam and a stay Nantes, my hometown.
- First time meeting the French side of his family; including his grand-parents, his great-grandparents, his uncle and his aunt, great-uncle and great-aunt, etc.
- First two teeth! Yes, two days before flying, Mark decided it was time to grow teeth. He was bit grumpy (we understood why later on when we discovered the new bottom teeth!) but he handled it pretty well.
- First time eating bread (he is addicted to the crust!), yogurt (he loves fancy coffee crèmes) and a lot of other foods we give him at dinnertime.
- First time on a carousel, at the Isle of Nantes.
- First time riding the tramway (Nantes’ main form of public transportation), the bus and he even went on a boat (okay, the Belem was docked, but still!).
- First time standing up unassisted: Mark loves being on his two feet now and he practises walking. This is something he has just picked up in France, and he now keeps on standing up in the bathtub (super not practical for me but I am proud of him!).
Overall, Mark adapted very well. We thought it would take some time for him to get used to my family since he had never met them (well, only over Skype) and he tends to scream when anyone but Feng or I hold him. It took seven months for him to stop screaming with my in-laws… But surprisingly, he adopted everyone right away and never cried with his grand-parents, great-grandparents and uncle. Strange! I thought he may like my mum right away because we look like each other and we may handle him the same way, but he was friendly to everyone, including those with less experience with baby, like my brother, who is the baby of the family.
Mark now says “mama” very clearly when he wants me (which is pretty much every five minutes… I am trying to teach him to say “daddy,” for a change!) and “speaks” a lot in his own Mark language (what can “dadddaaaadda” mean??).
However, despite trusting my parents 100 percent, I still find it hard to delegate and let it go. They play with him a lot but I still do the feedings, the bath, changing, etc. I know it’s just me, they offer to help, I just feel it’s my job. Strange.
Nine months… what a change since we brought back a tiny little bundle from the hospital!