Not-so-silent lucidity
Things are rolling along smoothly on the Aidan Christmas train....Grandma M is bringing down presents today in an effort to pre-stage, since I am told there is an entire other carload coming. This warning was accompanied by another, more ominous warning from Grandpa M--"Hope you have your tools ready, son". Honestly, I can't even begin to imagine what present could be bought for a one month old child which would require extensive assembly..... which is cool, because a) I like suprises, and b) whatever they bought is one thing I don't have to. Sweet.
Lately, Aidan has been showing signs of being of greater co-ordination and intelligence than your average random collection of cells. Now I fully realize that the expectation bar for a one-month old is always set pretty low, but I'm impatient and want him in the Montessori school system by 6 weeks. Last night, he was sitting in his Neglect-o-matic (the vibrating chair he sits in when we both happen to be doing something and neither has a free hand to hold him) gurgling and grunting. Not in an unpleasant way or anything, he was just testing out the ol' vocal cords. On a side note, a prolonged baby grunt is one of the funniest natural sounds you will ever hear, especially if it's accompanied by a nice trumpeting gas release. Anyway, there's a detachable arch that stuff hangs from above his body which goes with the chair; we've previously had it off because it made it difficult to put him in said chair, but since he seemed active and alert I put it on last night.
I think that was his first official interactive play time. He was still flailing his arms wildly, but when he made contact with one of the hangy-toys (all of which make noise when moved) he instantly stopped and focused on it. When the noise stopped, he started again. Lather, rinse, repeat. It was pretty cool to see, and it kept him amused for a good 15 minutes. All the while, he's grunting and making noise.
He also seems to be gaining more control of his facial muscles, another source of endless amusement. Basically, he is a little flesh parrot now. If you hold him and make a face, and he is looking at you when you do so, he more often than not will try to make the same face. Furrowed brows, surprised looks, stuck-out tongues....he has the range of Larry Olivier. The best was the look he gave me when I was showing him the light-up reindeer we have in our front lawn. I held him, told him what it was, and he swiveled his head back to look at me. I got the most unmistakable example of a "what the f#@k?" look I've ever seen. Like a "Why the hell would you put a light-up reindeer in the lawn, you insipid retard?" look. Then he sighed an buried his head in my chest.
I've trained him well.
Lately, Aidan has been showing signs of being of greater co-ordination and intelligence than your average random collection of cells. Now I fully realize that the expectation bar for a one-month old is always set pretty low, but I'm impatient and want him in the Montessori school system by 6 weeks. Last night, he was sitting in his Neglect-o-matic (the vibrating chair he sits in when we both happen to be doing something and neither has a free hand to hold him) gurgling and grunting. Not in an unpleasant way or anything, he was just testing out the ol' vocal cords. On a side note, a prolonged baby grunt is one of the funniest natural sounds you will ever hear, especially if it's accompanied by a nice trumpeting gas release. Anyway, there's a detachable arch that stuff hangs from above his body which goes with the chair; we've previously had it off because it made it difficult to put him in said chair, but since he seemed active and alert I put it on last night.
I think that was his first official interactive play time. He was still flailing his arms wildly, but when he made contact with one of the hangy-toys (all of which make noise when moved) he instantly stopped and focused on it. When the noise stopped, he started again. Lather, rinse, repeat. It was pretty cool to see, and it kept him amused for a good 15 minutes. All the while, he's grunting and making noise.
He also seems to be gaining more control of his facial muscles, another source of endless amusement. Basically, he is a little flesh parrot now. If you hold him and make a face, and he is looking at you when you do so, he more often than not will try to make the same face. Furrowed brows, surprised looks, stuck-out tongues....he has the range of Larry Olivier. The best was the look he gave me when I was showing him the light-up reindeer we have in our front lawn. I held him, told him what it was, and he swiveled his head back to look at me. I got the most unmistakable example of a "what the f#@k?" look I've ever seen. Like a "Why the hell would you put a light-up reindeer in the lawn, you insipid retard?" look. Then he sighed an buried his head in my chest.
I've trained him well.
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