Daddy D is back in town and Baby D is on the mend.
In the words of Bertie Wooster :
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God's in His heaven—
All's right with the world!
Baby D woke up last night at 3 am just as Daddy D walked in the door. Without further ado, he requested that he should be picked up, walked around and put back to sleep as Daddy D was responsible for his waking up anyway.
At a more reasonable hour, he brought his right arm over to his left side, torqued himself over to the left and finally succeeded in grabbing Daddy D's glasses right off his face without any help whatsoever. I'm sure that's some sort of a developmental mile stone.
He also expressed his delight at his new Winnie the Pooh stuffed toy and his sippy cup with two handles. Baby D will probably be ready to drink from it in a month's time or so but in the mean time it pleases his increasingly independent spirit as he pretend drinks from it. Baby D has taken to demanding that he be allowed to hold his bottle himself, swatting away at our supporting hands, so the sippy cup makes him happy.
This morning we took Baby D to the doctor because he was still not a 100% . We felt ourselves squirming as we stood under the "Silence Please" sign with an extremely upset Baby D. Really, why would a kid's doctor even think silence was feasible?! Mommy D didn't want to worsen matters for the general populace by singing " Raindrops on roses " or any other favourite Baby D ditties so she tried whispering them in his ears and Daddy D repeatedly tried to get him to read the sign. Luckily the doc took quick notice and prescribed him a bunch of meds, for his cold and his cough and even a mild soap for his skin, so we have no excuse to return any time soon. (Yay for Baby D.)
Baby D is a much happier baby as of this evening. He's taking an interest in his "twinkle twinkle" routine. If Mommy D (& nani) are to be believed, he's learnt to make the sign of diamond in "like a diamond in the sky". But it is true, he does make the perfect little diamond sign with his fingers!
He's even laughing at the antics of the singing Mr Rattlesworth - a short, gruff little sound that we figured is a laugh because it's accompanied by a smile.
A little worrying is the fact that he is demanding repeated renditions of "soft kitty warm kitty". Mommy D very much hopes he will be nothing like Sheldon Cooper when he's a big boy.
But all in all, the outlook's definitely optimistic. Baby D is ready to drive us up the wall again.
In the words of Bertie Wooster :
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God's in His heaven—
All's right with the world!
Baby D woke up last night at 3 am just as Daddy D walked in the door. Without further ado, he requested that he should be picked up, walked around and put back to sleep as Daddy D was responsible for his waking up anyway.
At a more reasonable hour, he brought his right arm over to his left side, torqued himself over to the left and finally succeeded in grabbing Daddy D's glasses right off his face without any help whatsoever. I'm sure that's some sort of a developmental mile stone.
He also expressed his delight at his new Winnie the Pooh stuffed toy and his sippy cup with two handles. Baby D will probably be ready to drink from it in a month's time or so but in the mean time it pleases his increasingly independent spirit as he pretend drinks from it. Baby D has taken to demanding that he be allowed to hold his bottle himself, swatting away at our supporting hands, so the sippy cup makes him happy.
This morning we took Baby D to the doctor because he was still not a 100% . We felt ourselves squirming as we stood under the "Silence Please" sign with an extremely upset Baby D. Really, why would a kid's doctor even think silence was feasible?! Mommy D didn't want to worsen matters for the general populace by singing " Raindrops on roses " or any other favourite Baby D ditties so she tried whispering them in his ears and Daddy D repeatedly tried to get him to read the sign. Luckily the doc took quick notice and prescribed him a bunch of meds, for his cold and his cough and even a mild soap for his skin, so we have no excuse to return any time soon. (Yay for Baby D.)
Baby D is a much happier baby as of this evening. He's taking an interest in his "twinkle twinkle" routine. If Mommy D (& nani) are to be believed, he's learnt to make the sign of diamond in "like a diamond in the sky". But it is true, he does make the perfect little diamond sign with his fingers!
He's even laughing at the antics of the singing Mr Rattlesworth - a short, gruff little sound that we figured is a laugh because it's accompanied by a smile.
A little worrying is the fact that he is demanding repeated renditions of "soft kitty warm kitty". Mommy D very much hopes he will be nothing like Sheldon Cooper when he's a big boy.
But all in all, the outlook's definitely optimistic. Baby D is ready to drive us up the wall again.
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