Baby D turned four months a couple of days ago. With that, he decided it was high time he tried a few new things. (I'm wondering what he'll decide to do on his sixteenth birthday!) He has been able to turn on his side for a while now, and rotate on his axis. But on his birthday, he decided he should do both of these things ALL the time.
So now, if one wishes to hold a conversation with Baby D, one must lie on their side. You can no longer talk down at him. This does pose something of a challenge while attempting to diaper him. Right at the point where you are about to heave a sigh of relief and fasten the last Velcro, Baby D decides to turn away, or even better, spin away. It's a bit like attempting to put a diaper on a swinging table fan.
Meal times too, got just that bit more "exciting". Baby D is no longer content to be just fed. No, he has made the discovery that milk comes out of a bottle. And so naturally, he has decided to take matters in his own hands. He'll clasp the bottle firmly between both of his hands and slowly and carefully guide the teat to his mouth, which he does successfully after a couple of misses - the teat first reaching his eyes, then his nose and finally his mouth. Unfortunately he has not yet figured out the concept of holding at the correct angle, so he just lays there contentedly chewing away, quite oblivious to the fact that the milk in the bottle is by and large un-drunk. He resists any attempts on part of Mommy D to help him and so assistance has to be very discreet. And then he attempts to talk about the whole experience. Mommy D has had to admonish him quite a few times to not speak with his mouth full.
Baby D has had his first taste of solid food too. He was attempting to swipe at nani's fruit plate and so she let him hold a slice of an apple, which he enthusiastically sucked at. Hopefully this means a life time of good, healthy eating habits, unlike his parents who are averse to any form of greens or fruits.
Baby D's parents have had something of a conventional upbringing and accordingly are in conventional professions. And so they have impressed upon Baby D time and again that he can be what he wants - a cricketer, football player, musician, or a chef. With all of that, it is somewhat dampening to discover Baby D's interest in all things electrical. Switch boards make him smile and he bats at them with a sense of purpose. The mosquito repellent attracts him strongly - is he going to be an engineer? Or perhaps it just proves that he is not repelled and hence not a mosquito. Mommy D has chosen not to over think this at the moment. If he wants to be an engineer, then so be it.
Meanwhile, Baby D's mixed feelings for the mirror have taken a definite turn for the positive. He never fails to smile at it, then turns away coyly, then smiles back again - my sweet little narcissist.
So now, if one wishes to hold a conversation with Baby D, one must lie on their side. You can no longer talk down at him. This does pose something of a challenge while attempting to diaper him. Right at the point where you are about to heave a sigh of relief and fasten the last Velcro, Baby D decides to turn away, or even better, spin away. It's a bit like attempting to put a diaper on a swinging table fan.
Meal times too, got just that bit more "exciting". Baby D is no longer content to be just fed. No, he has made the discovery that milk comes out of a bottle. And so naturally, he has decided to take matters in his own hands. He'll clasp the bottle firmly between both of his hands and slowly and carefully guide the teat to his mouth, which he does successfully after a couple of misses - the teat first reaching his eyes, then his nose and finally his mouth. Unfortunately he has not yet figured out the concept of holding at the correct angle, so he just lays there contentedly chewing away, quite oblivious to the fact that the milk in the bottle is by and large un-drunk. He resists any attempts on part of Mommy D to help him and so assistance has to be very discreet. And then he attempts to talk about the whole experience. Mommy D has had to admonish him quite a few times to not speak with his mouth full.
Baby D has had his first taste of solid food too. He was attempting to swipe at nani's fruit plate and so she let him hold a slice of an apple, which he enthusiastically sucked at. Hopefully this means a life time of good, healthy eating habits, unlike his parents who are averse to any form of greens or fruits.
Baby D's parents have had something of a conventional upbringing and accordingly are in conventional professions. And so they have impressed upon Baby D time and again that he can be what he wants - a cricketer, football player, musician, or a chef. With all of that, it is somewhat dampening to discover Baby D's interest in all things electrical. Switch boards make him smile and he bats at them with a sense of purpose. The mosquito repellent attracts him strongly - is he going to be an engineer? Or perhaps it just proves that he is not repelled and hence not a mosquito. Mommy D has chosen not to over think this at the moment. If he wants to be an engineer, then so be it.
Meanwhile, Baby D's mixed feelings for the mirror have taken a definite turn for the positive. He never fails to smile at it, then turns away coyly, then smiles back again - my sweet little narcissist.
Lovely post! I laughed so many times while reading it:) God bless Baby 'D'!
ReplyDeleteAnd may he turn into as much of a nightmare teen as was his mommy :)
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