I'm My Own Favorite Toy
It's pretty amazing to watch babies develop. One day they're this little pile of soft skin and drool, the next they're building nuclear fission devices out of your kitchen pans. While Aidan hasn't quite reached that stage yet, he is changing fast. Recently he discovered a new favorite toy-- his own hands. He caught sight of one last weekend, probably on it's journey towards his mouth. Since then, he's been looking at them a lot, trying to figure out they're his and that they are, in fact, useful for something other than sucking. He hasn't managed to get his thumb into his mouth very often; usually he just crams as many fingers as he can get in and drools around them. But he has managed to start grabbing things, even though he doesn't realize he's doing so. Last night though we gave him a little teddy bear, and he was grabbing and looking at it with real focus.
He's also beginning to talk to his reflection, which I assume he thinks is another baby. It must be strange to have absolutely no sense of what you look like, or even have the concept of "face". Anyway, he gurgles away at the mirror on his exersaucer, which we already have to raise becuase he's getting close to being able to propel himself out of it. He sat in his highchair the other day too.... good timing, as he's about to start real food soon (something that can't happen quick enough.... I hear babies who gorge on rice creal mush sleep through the night, and I'm ready to sign a contract with El Diablo to get him to perform that particular miracle.). He continues to show interest in things that make music, which leaves me torn-- do I encourage this musical love, knowing full well he'll most likely end up inheriting his father's crushed dreams of musicianship, or do I try to get him to do something more lucrative like practicing buying junk bonds on margin? I suppose I have a while to figure it out. It's true though... they really do grow up so fast, and I already feel like a bad parent for not taking enough pictures and video of him. But I'm sure all parents go through that, so I know I'm not alone.
Unless I really am a bad parent, which is entirely possible.
He's also beginning to talk to his reflection, which I assume he thinks is another baby. It must be strange to have absolutely no sense of what you look like, or even have the concept of "face". Anyway, he gurgles away at the mirror on his exersaucer, which we already have to raise becuase he's getting close to being able to propel himself out of it. He sat in his highchair the other day too.... good timing, as he's about to start real food soon (something that can't happen quick enough.... I hear babies who gorge on rice creal mush sleep through the night, and I'm ready to sign a contract with El Diablo to get him to perform that particular miracle.). He continues to show interest in things that make music, which leaves me torn-- do I encourage this musical love, knowing full well he'll most likely end up inheriting his father's crushed dreams of musicianship, or do I try to get him to do something more lucrative like practicing buying junk bonds on margin? I suppose I have a while to figure it out. It's true though... they really do grow up so fast, and I already feel like a bad parent for not taking enough pictures and video of him. But I'm sure all parents go through that, so I know I'm not alone.
Unless I really am a bad parent, which is entirely possible.
posted by Clueless Dad | 6:57 AM
1 Comments:
Hey Shane! It's Alice Teeple - who apparently forgot that Friendster existed and forgot to write CONGRATULATIONS about your baby son and all that jazz. How the hell are you? I've been enjoying your blog. Email me sometime at aliceteeple@gmail.com (I know, really original...) and let me know how you are!
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