Daddy D is out of town and so Mommy and Baby D are visiting with nani and nana for a week. Naturally, the shift entailed packing and moving of epic proportions. There was a small carry on suitcase,with a few of Mommy D's things (she couldn't find place to fit her brush and comb), and all of Baby D's personal effects. In addition, there were the two bags he usually gets along for his day long visits, a few shopping bags containing various odds and ends - baby detergent, Baby D's carrier ( he has one now, the kind that you wear him around in), laundry that had to be urgently handled. There was the whole business of dismantling his cradle and somehow fitting it in the back of the car along with everything else.
It took two trips to get everything and everyone to where they should be. The next day Mommy D had to return with Nana to get things she had forgotten, like Baby D's bathtub and his bouncer (more on that later) and her own brush and comb.
Baby D has now settled in and is doing what he does best - which is to throw the household in uproar and send people scurrying in all directions. He is being his usual rambunctious self, revelling in the fact that he now has a lot of options for entertainment. If he gets bored of one person, he simply ignores them, and goes on to the next and on again until he's run out of people to ignore.
He's also been expressing his approval or lack thereof of the decor in nani's house. The fridge door with its colourful magnets, nani's souvenirs from her holidays, has met with his enthusiastic approval and he smiles gleefully at them, trying to pluck them off, much to nani's trepidation. He gazes at the family portrait thoughtfully and listens with every appearance of interest when you explain who is who. When asked who is the prettier - mausi or Mommy D, he diplomatically refrains from comment. Baby D doesn't like the Paris corner - an arrangement of Paris sketches in black and white of the glass pyramid outside the Louvre, Arc De Triomphe at the head of Champs Elysee and the Pont Alexandre. Mommy D was hoping to instil in him a love for the elegant and the romantic by taking him to the Paris corner, but Baby D feels so strongly about it being a waste of perfectly good wall space (there could have been more magnets) that he bursts into tears!
Daddy D has been keeping in touch over skype and so it is that Baby D found himself online. He lost no time in making enthusiastic conversation with Daddy swiped vigorously at the ipad screen leading to all sorts of consequences. I wonder if Apple knew they were going so baby friendly with their products. Baby D has also made his debut on FaceTime. He really doesn't know his mausi well enough to make conversation, but does gaze intently at her face, thinking perhaps that he's met her before.
Ipads and FaceTime and this blog will be all too obsolete when Baby D becomes a teen, but he's well on his way to being a tech savvy kid.
It took two trips to get everything and everyone to where they should be. The next day Mommy D had to return with Nana to get things she had forgotten, like Baby D's bathtub and his bouncer (more on that later) and her own brush and comb.
Baby D has now settled in and is doing what he does best - which is to throw the household in uproar and send people scurrying in all directions. He is being his usual rambunctious self, revelling in the fact that he now has a lot of options for entertainment. If he gets bored of one person, he simply ignores them, and goes on to the next and on again until he's run out of people to ignore.
He's also been expressing his approval or lack thereof of the decor in nani's house. The fridge door with its colourful magnets, nani's souvenirs from her holidays, has met with his enthusiastic approval and he smiles gleefully at them, trying to pluck them off, much to nani's trepidation. He gazes at the family portrait thoughtfully and listens with every appearance of interest when you explain who is who. When asked who is the prettier - mausi or Mommy D, he diplomatically refrains from comment. Baby D doesn't like the Paris corner - an arrangement of Paris sketches in black and white of the glass pyramid outside the Louvre, Arc De Triomphe at the head of Champs Elysee and the Pont Alexandre. Mommy D was hoping to instil in him a love for the elegant and the romantic by taking him to the Paris corner, but Baby D feels so strongly about it being a waste of perfectly good wall space (there could have been more magnets) that he bursts into tears!
Daddy D has been keeping in touch over skype and so it is that Baby D found himself online. He lost no time in making enthusiastic conversation with Daddy swiped vigorously at the ipad screen leading to all sorts of consequences. I wonder if Apple knew they were going so baby friendly with their products. Baby D has also made his debut on FaceTime. He really doesn't know his mausi well enough to make conversation, but does gaze intently at her face, thinking perhaps that he's met her before.
Ipads and FaceTime and this blog will be all too obsolete when Baby D becomes a teen, but he's well on his way to being a tech savvy kid.
I'm the witness of Baby D talking to Daddy D on Skype and believe you me people he really talks in his own language. When Mommie -Daddy become busy talking to each other he gets angry and shows his anger by shouting and screaming :)
ReplyDeleteYes mommie. I didnt even realise he'd recognise Daddy D in 2 dimensions at his age
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