We like to believe that a large part of our settling in and getting to know each other period is well behind us. At 2.5 months, Baby D no longer feels the need to cry inconsolably into the night. No..like a senior baby, he fusses around from about 10 to 11 trying his best to fend off sleep. And then, he decides he had better get that shut eye after all.
So he nods off for his 4 hour stretch, wakes up at the very reasonable hour of 2 am, politely requests for milk and then goes right back to sleep. Baby D likes to play in the day, he likes his "lion rattle" but his favourite activity really is to "talk". He loves it when we are having our little chats, showing his enthusiasm by vigorously waving around his arms and legs. Ever so often he throws in a coo or two wanting to repeat all the words he hears. He does get frustrated when he can't say as many things as he'd like and then it's time to pick him up, walk him around and sing a few songs. Anything goes and he's discovering new musical tastes every day, but "Insy Winsy Spider" and "Twinkle Twinkle" are favourites so far.
Like I said, we know each other pretty well now. I know what makes him angry and what makes him happy, when he's hungry and when he simply needs a cuddle because he's had a bad dream. He knows when it's time to go on and let me do some chores for him and so he obligingly takes his naps when he judges it necessary. Then every once in a while - there's this whole misunderstanding and we're both sad.
Take today - Baby D starts crying, so I break out his cot mobile. He takes a cursory interest in it but his mind is obviously on other things. He's had his milk, so he can't be hungry. He's had his burp, so he can't be uncomfortable. So I hold him vertically (his ONLY accepted method of being held) and start walking him. Usually this mollifies him without fail, this time it doesn't. So I start singing to him but he's positively indignant at Insy Winsy spider climbing stray water spouts.
So then I put him down and start asking him to explain himself better. He looks very hurt, looks deep into my eyes and cries with an expression that says "You! I can't believe you won't help me." And then Daddy D walks in to investigate matters, smells the ....he desperately wanted a diaper change and I was singing him "Raindrops on roses"
Sigh! Tomorrow is another day.
So he nods off for his 4 hour stretch, wakes up at the very reasonable hour of 2 am, politely requests for milk and then goes right back to sleep. Baby D likes to play in the day, he likes his "lion rattle" but his favourite activity really is to "talk". He loves it when we are having our little chats, showing his enthusiasm by vigorously waving around his arms and legs. Ever so often he throws in a coo or two wanting to repeat all the words he hears. He does get frustrated when he can't say as many things as he'd like and then it's time to pick him up, walk him around and sing a few songs. Anything goes and he's discovering new musical tastes every day, but "Insy Winsy Spider" and "Twinkle Twinkle" are favourites so far.
Like I said, we know each other pretty well now. I know what makes him angry and what makes him happy, when he's hungry and when he simply needs a cuddle because he's had a bad dream. He knows when it's time to go on and let me do some chores for him and so he obligingly takes his naps when he judges it necessary. Then every once in a while - there's this whole misunderstanding and we're both sad.
Take today - Baby D starts crying, so I break out his cot mobile. He takes a cursory interest in it but his mind is obviously on other things. He's had his milk, so he can't be hungry. He's had his burp, so he can't be uncomfortable. So I hold him vertically (his ONLY accepted method of being held) and start walking him. Usually this mollifies him without fail, this time it doesn't. So I start singing to him but he's positively indignant at Insy Winsy spider climbing stray water spouts.
So then I put him down and start asking him to explain himself better. He looks very hurt, looks deep into my eyes and cries with an expression that says "You! I can't believe you won't help me." And then Daddy D walks in to investigate matters, smells the ....he desperately wanted a diaper change and I was singing him "Raindrops on roses"
Sigh! Tomorrow is another day.
lol... how could you :P
ReplyDeleteI can very well guess his desperate expressions. Poor thing! Sometimes he shows those expressions to me too though I like to believe that am experienced enough to know what he wants:(
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