I hadn't anticipated running into this situation at this stage or anytime soon, but Baby D is showing an inordinate amount of interest in TV. He's been watching the India - Australia ODI series. Had it stopped there, I'd have assumed he's just like a billion other Indians. But no, his eyes stay fixed on musicals such as "Fiddler on the Roof". I'm not sure I have a solution, but he'll hopefully grow out of it with time rather than into it.
Then, there's his swift changes of mood that I am sweating to keep up with. The other day, he's having his usual massage, his singing penguin belting out familiar melodies and I am massaging him with his usual baby oil. All was going well - business as usual - Baby D like a true connoisseur of massages basically ignoring the masseuse and letting his thoughts drift with the music, soaking up the ambiance. Then, suddenly, all hell breaks lose. Without any warning at all, Baby D burst into tears. Perplexed, I could only lift him up and soothe him till he calmed down. I checked my nails, all good, no rough edges. I asked him if I had hurt him, but got no definite answer, and honestly couldn't see how I could have! He didn't want to be fed or any of his basic complaints. To this day, I don't know what caused the sudden outburst and can only surmise he was very suddenly bored!
There's this thing we do, Baby D and I. We lie down together and do "Twinkle Twinkle", i.e I sing it and sign with my hands and that pleases Baby D. So when I found this cellophane wrapping paper with a bright stars pattern, I thought we could play with it and it would add a new twist to our twinkle twinkle routine. Not so! Baby D, while content enough to gaze at the stars didn't like the crackling cellophane sound at all. He burst into tears promptly and I had to abandon that prop in a big hurry.
When all's said and done though, Baby D is a very loving and giving child (as are Friday borns from the poem). His thumb sucking has reached extreme proportions. He tries to stuff all of his fingers and sometimes both hands into his mouth and sucks away with loud smacking sounds, drool all over his mouth and fingers and in a one foot radius around him. At times I get the feeling he'll eat his hand away and so I gently try to dissuade him. It is at this moment that he offers me his thumb to suck - "Here, you join in the fun too". Naturally, I politely decline his offer taking care not to hurt his feelings. He'll then tell me how much he loves me by grabbing my nose or any other part of my face with his drool ridden fingers.
Let's just say, it warms my heart, but his love at the moment, is a messy thing.
Then, there's his swift changes of mood that I am sweating to keep up with. The other day, he's having his usual massage, his singing penguin belting out familiar melodies and I am massaging him with his usual baby oil. All was going well - business as usual - Baby D like a true connoisseur of massages basically ignoring the masseuse and letting his thoughts drift with the music, soaking up the ambiance. Then, suddenly, all hell breaks lose. Without any warning at all, Baby D burst into tears. Perplexed, I could only lift him up and soothe him till he calmed down. I checked my nails, all good, no rough edges. I asked him if I had hurt him, but got no definite answer, and honestly couldn't see how I could have! He didn't want to be fed or any of his basic complaints. To this day, I don't know what caused the sudden outburst and can only surmise he was very suddenly bored!
There's this thing we do, Baby D and I. We lie down together and do "Twinkle Twinkle", i.e I sing it and sign with my hands and that pleases Baby D. So when I found this cellophane wrapping paper with a bright stars pattern, I thought we could play with it and it would add a new twist to our twinkle twinkle routine. Not so! Baby D, while content enough to gaze at the stars didn't like the crackling cellophane sound at all. He burst into tears promptly and I had to abandon that prop in a big hurry.
When all's said and done though, Baby D is a very loving and giving child (as are Friday borns from the poem). His thumb sucking has reached extreme proportions. He tries to stuff all of his fingers and sometimes both hands into his mouth and sucks away with loud smacking sounds, drool all over his mouth and fingers and in a one foot radius around him. At times I get the feeling he'll eat his hand away and so I gently try to dissuade him. It is at this moment that he offers me his thumb to suck - "Here, you join in the fun too". Naturally, I politely decline his offer taking care not to hurt his feelings. He'll then tell me how much he loves me by grabbing my nose or any other part of my face with his drool ridden fingers.
Let's just say, it warms my heart, but his love at the moment, is a messy thing.
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