As Baby D inches close to the half year mark, he's in a big hurry to grow up. He's not changing his own diapers yet, but he's eager to be up and about. He's almost never content to lay still and fights more bitterly than ever against sleep engulfing him.
Baby D is trying very hard to crawl, thrashing about with his arms and legs the moment he's rolled over. When he doesn't make much progress, he dejectedly lays his head down on the bed or bursts into tears. Mommy D then has to pick him up, give him a hug and take him on a tour of the house.
In nani's house, where he is at currently, he has some favourite spots. The refrigerator with its colourful magnets has found mention on this blog a couple of times. There was trouble afoot when Baby D knocked off the porcelain Mme Tussaud's magnet and chipped it, fortunately not in a place that's visible. Since then, the fridge has been declared a "No Baby D" zone.
Baby D has developed a fascination for door handles. He likes to grab them and tug at them, irrespective of whether they belong to a closet or an actual door. Baby D has no interest in the "beyond". All he cares about is tugging at the handles and (discreetly aided by Mommy D or whosoever happens to be carrying him at the time) and watching the door swing open. There was this one time though when he opened the dresser closet and despite Mommy D's best precautions managed to knock nani's YSL lipstick right over. Fortunately, he's been prudent enough not to repeat this trick.
And then, there's this display of soft toys which all belong to mausi. They are not exactly at Baby D's eye level but he knows where to look up to find them. Then he gives this really wicked grin or speaks aggressively to them depending on his mood. Even though mausi has given her permission to play with 'em, we can't let Baby D do that unfortunately, as they are all fuzzy and that's not good considering they are bound to end up inside Baby D's mouth right away.
Baby D is trying very hard to crawl, thrashing about with his arms and legs the moment he's rolled over. When he doesn't make much progress, he dejectedly lays his head down on the bed or bursts into tears. Mommy D then has to pick him up, give him a hug and take him on a tour of the house.
In nani's house, where he is at currently, he has some favourite spots. The refrigerator with its colourful magnets has found mention on this blog a couple of times. There was trouble afoot when Baby D knocked off the porcelain Mme Tussaud's magnet and chipped it, fortunately not in a place that's visible. Since then, the fridge has been declared a "No Baby D" zone.
Baby D has developed a fascination for door handles. He likes to grab them and tug at them, irrespective of whether they belong to a closet or an actual door. Baby D has no interest in the "beyond". All he cares about is tugging at the handles and (discreetly aided by Mommy D or whosoever happens to be carrying him at the time) and watching the door swing open. There was this one time though when he opened the dresser closet and despite Mommy D's best precautions managed to knock nani's YSL lipstick right over. Fortunately, he's been prudent enough not to repeat this trick.
And then, there's this display of soft toys which all belong to mausi. They are not exactly at Baby D's eye level but he knows where to look up to find them. Then he gives this really wicked grin or speaks aggressively to them depending on his mood. Even though mausi has given her permission to play with 'em, we can't let Baby D do that unfortunately, as they are all fuzzy and that's not good considering they are bound to end up inside Baby D's mouth right away.
Baby D likes to be "stood up", (not as in a date, he is still not going on those, but actually standing up ) and to "sit down" though he infinitely prefers being stood up. He loves to look out of the window as someone holds him and to comment on the going ons in the street. In summary, he'd rather do anything other than lying flat on the bed, unless it's to start turning immediately.
Of late, Baby D has started being more accepting of his bouncer. The elephant toy hanging in it catches his fancy as he tugs at it, chews at it and by and large ignores "Simba" ( the other toy hanging in the bouncer). The only catch is that he'd like Appu in his hands and not simply dangling by the bouncer bar. So he tugs hard at it, lifts up his bum and launches himself at it. As a result, Baby D has never quite spent more than five minutes at a time in the said bouncer. Perhaps if we were to clip on a toy, that would in fact come off in his hands, we might meet with great success.
With all this flurry of activity that keeps all those around him on their toes, Baby D has decided to do the mature thing. He's settled into an incredibly regular pattern of nine hour stretch at night and day time small and big regular naps. Mommy D has thus far managed to maintain a hold, however precarious, on her sanity. She fervently wishes she isn't speaking too soon.
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