Baby D of course. His birth has been formally registered and he has a birth certificate. He's officially a little person now with an official name. I'd say what the name is, but twenty years down the line I don't want his potential employers googling him only to discover an obscure blog that describes his diaper habits.
A happening day for Baby D - after persistent attempts over the last few days to get his thumb into his mouth he's managed to get it there and is merrily sucking away. At this point though, sometimes his pinkie, the index finger or the entire fist finds its way into his mouth. I have been watching his determined struggles and haven't had the heart to discourage him. In fact I have been actively helping him, guiding his lil hands in the correct direction and even demonstrating with some thumb sucking myself. I'm not sure what sort of a mother that makes me, but I really wanted to see him succeed!
Now that Baby D has learnt to suck his thumb, he's quickly put it to good use. It's his new sign for milk. He doesn't do anything as unsophisticated as yelling or crying anymore (unless mommy is being incredibly obtuse). He just looks me in the eye and puts his thumb into his mouth - "Alright, look here lady, I'm hungry now".
The day had its fair share of trials too. He was dozing off in the waiting room at the doctor's and woke up on the pleasant little examination table to stare at the colourful stuffed toys. Before he could make any overtures in that direction, he felt two sharp little pricks that were his vaccines. He took it like the brave man he is just offering a short indignant protest before dozing off again.
He gave us his sweetest smile before falling asleep - and we are at peace with this world.
A happening day for Baby D - after persistent attempts over the last few days to get his thumb into his mouth he's managed to get it there and is merrily sucking away. At this point though, sometimes his pinkie, the index finger or the entire fist finds its way into his mouth. I have been watching his determined struggles and haven't had the heart to discourage him. In fact I have been actively helping him, guiding his lil hands in the correct direction and even demonstrating with some thumb sucking myself. I'm not sure what sort of a mother that makes me, but I really wanted to see him succeed!
Now that Baby D has learnt to suck his thumb, he's quickly put it to good use. It's his new sign for milk. He doesn't do anything as unsophisticated as yelling or crying anymore (unless mommy is being incredibly obtuse). He just looks me in the eye and puts his thumb into his mouth - "Alright, look here lady, I'm hungry now".
The day had its fair share of trials too. He was dozing off in the waiting room at the doctor's and woke up on the pleasant little examination table to stare at the colourful stuffed toys. Before he could make any overtures in that direction, he felt two sharp little pricks that were his vaccines. He took it like the brave man he is just offering a short indignant protest before dozing off again.
He gave us his sweetest smile before falling asleep - and we are at peace with this world.
aooch ... I think its commendable restrain on your part that you did not turn the needle around to poke the doctor with it :) Good job - baby and all!
ReplyDeleteMy brave lil grandchild! My sweety pie! Luv you Baby:)
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