It's been a while since Baby D and Mommy D have hung out all by themselves, since Daddy D flew out of town (We miss him, both of us). And Mommy and Baby D have never yet spent twenty four hours all by themselves.
With nani and nana being out of town too, Baby D promised to take care of his momma. We got off to a great start, bright and early at seven. Baby D had his milk, and had his diaper changed with a minor mishap that necessitated a change of entire outfit. Once that was done, Baby D was happy to be entertained with "Johny Johny, Yes Papa", twinkling stars and so forth. As the morning wore on, we watched "Two and a Half Men" together. It's not age appropriate, but Baby D did crack a smile at some of the jokes and loved the opening song.
Mommy D thought it best that Baby D received some informal education. As she very much hopes he will be a well travelled baby, she introduced to him the concept of continents and countries. We started with naming the five major continents. Going from east to west - Australia, Asia, Africa, Europe and finally on to Americas. We then realised we had left South America unaccounted for and remembered there were seven continents , not five. Having mixed up Greenland and Antarctica (they are both cold) for the seventh continent, Mommy D decided to leave the oceans well alone.
We had our minor disagreements. Baby D wanted to be walked around. Mommy D incorrectly gauging his mood, plonked him into the bouncer. Baby D would have taken this in his stride, but then found an entire teaspoon of "daal ka paani" in his mouth. It's not one of his favourite things to eat and he hates being surprised. Mommy D tried explaining that the spoon had somehow slipped and found itself pouring more than intended. It took a while and some cajoling, but Baby D did come around.
And then there was the time Baby D took Mommy for a long ride. He lay on the bed, rubbing his eyes, yawning and fidgeting,looking at Mommy D with sleepy eyes that said "please help me sleep". Mommy D has never been able to hold out for long against Baby D's requests. So she picked him up and started walking him, singing "soft kitty" as if her life depended on it. Baby D lay his head on her shoulder and seemed content enough, when Mommy D heard a sound. It was Baby D laughing! Naturally, she put him down to tell him what is what, but he only looked up innocently as if to say - "what? Aren't we doing this anymore? But I was having fun. You were doing so well, keep going"
The most trying times were when Baby D was hungry. He still hasn't realised that milk can't be had with the wave of a wand, it takes about three minutes of preparation. He also doesn't seem to have any intermediate, manageable stages of hunger. He's either not hungry at all or famished. When he's famished, he gets extremely upset and has to be held and soothed until food is ready. As both can't be done at the same time by the same person - we seemed to have reached an impasse. Mommy D had no choice but to lay him down, screaming murder, in the calming company of Mr Spots and trot along at top speed.
Baby D did what he could to ensure that each diaper change would entail an entire outfit change. Unfortunately, Mommy D's former ineptitude in this area has put him off changing clothes for good. In these days of multiple layers, Baby D's distaste was exacerbated and he fought hard at each outfit change, doing his best to slide away from his fresh shirt or onesie. Mommy D very much fears she has scarred him for life. She can see a sixteen year old Baby D gritting his teeth as he changes clothes!
After many singalongs, walks and talkathons, Baby D has fallen asleep. Mommy D devoutly wishes him a peaceful night's slumber.
With nani and nana being out of town too, Baby D promised to take care of his momma. We got off to a great start, bright and early at seven. Baby D had his milk, and had his diaper changed with a minor mishap that necessitated a change of entire outfit. Once that was done, Baby D was happy to be entertained with "Johny Johny, Yes Papa", twinkling stars and so forth. As the morning wore on, we watched "Two and a Half Men" together. It's not age appropriate, but Baby D did crack a smile at some of the jokes and loved the opening song.
Mommy D thought it best that Baby D received some informal education. As she very much hopes he will be a well travelled baby, she introduced to him the concept of continents and countries. We started with naming the five major continents. Going from east to west - Australia, Asia, Africa, Europe and finally on to Americas. We then realised we had left South America unaccounted for and remembered there were seven continents , not five. Having mixed up Greenland and Antarctica (they are both cold) for the seventh continent, Mommy D decided to leave the oceans well alone.
We had our minor disagreements. Baby D wanted to be walked around. Mommy D incorrectly gauging his mood, plonked him into the bouncer. Baby D would have taken this in his stride, but then found an entire teaspoon of "daal ka paani" in his mouth. It's not one of his favourite things to eat and he hates being surprised. Mommy D tried explaining that the spoon had somehow slipped and found itself pouring more than intended. It took a while and some cajoling, but Baby D did come around.
And then there was the time Baby D took Mommy for a long ride. He lay on the bed, rubbing his eyes, yawning and fidgeting,looking at Mommy D with sleepy eyes that said "please help me sleep". Mommy D has never been able to hold out for long against Baby D's requests. So she picked him up and started walking him, singing "soft kitty" as if her life depended on it. Baby D lay his head on her shoulder and seemed content enough, when Mommy D heard a sound. It was Baby D laughing! Naturally, she put him down to tell him what is what, but he only looked up innocently as if to say - "what? Aren't we doing this anymore? But I was having fun. You were doing so well, keep going"
The most trying times were when Baby D was hungry. He still hasn't realised that milk can't be had with the wave of a wand, it takes about three minutes of preparation. He also doesn't seem to have any intermediate, manageable stages of hunger. He's either not hungry at all or famished. When he's famished, he gets extremely upset and has to be held and soothed until food is ready. As both can't be done at the same time by the same person - we seemed to have reached an impasse. Mommy D had no choice but to lay him down, screaming murder, in the calming company of Mr Spots and trot along at top speed.
Baby D did what he could to ensure that each diaper change would entail an entire outfit change. Unfortunately, Mommy D's former ineptitude in this area has put him off changing clothes for good. In these days of multiple layers, Baby D's distaste was exacerbated and he fought hard at each outfit change, doing his best to slide away from his fresh shirt or onesie. Mommy D very much fears she has scarred him for life. She can see a sixteen year old Baby D gritting his teeth as he changes clothes!
After many singalongs, walks and talkathons, Baby D has fallen asleep. Mommy D devoutly wishes him a peaceful night's slumber.
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