About 30 minutes after breakfast today I found banana in one of Julius' neck creases. One... of Julius' neck creases, so of course I had to check the rest! Then I stepped on some more banana on my way to throw the other piece out. In an exclamation of humour and surprise I looked at Julius and said "Whatttt?!" (He loves when I draw out the "T" sound)
The amount of cheekiness on his face was mesmerizing, as if he was giggling and saying
"I saved that piece for you mum!"
Babies still look cute mid vomit. I've never experienced this with any other human. Julius will be spitting up milk; smiling at me, waving his hands, wiggling his legs all without a care in the world. If babies could talk maybe that would tip the cuteness scale. Putting the faces I think look carelessly cute into words might sound more like "uuuuhhhh ahaha woopsie, sorry mum". Although, hearing "uhh gosh mum I think I'm gonnaaa.." in between sharts and spit-ups would at least allow a bit more time for me to move over. There will be more messes during his talkative years I'm sure, than I'll be wishing for silence.
Grunting is his best communication method. He has started saying "dadadadaaada" but I'm still being naive in accepting this as a sign of first words. A low long grunt usually means he's not happy. Or has to poop. I higher pitched almost screaming grunt can be excitement or frustration, depending on the situation. If I hear a short little, kind of helpless grun (not even grunty enough to be a "grunt") he's usually tired or he just pooped.
Remember playing dodge ball in elementary school? Parent hood with a baby boy is like a game of dodge stream. Every diaper change is very risky. There is an inevitable chance of rapid fire, coming at you like an invisible laser. The worst is when you think it's done so you relax, you let your guard down *psssssss pssspss* squirted you right in the chest. Shirt change number five that day and you're considering wearing amour during these diaper endeavours.
There is nothing I can think of comparable to changing a big, wet, overflowing, strange coloured, off textured, nose hair curdling diaper. If you've ever seen those memes picturing a baby with the atomic waste spattered up its back with a caption that reads something about having to throw the whole human out, that is really how it feels in the moment. Seconds later as love and better judgement ration their way into your thought process, you can turn on the shower or fill up the tub. Some times its even interesting. You can actually identify the exact foods eaten in the last 24 hours or less.
Aside from the few tiny terrors, babies are great fun. I get the pure pleasure of dedicating a portion of my every day to cuddles AND BABY GIGGLES. Once you get used to the diaper changes, sleep dis order and always remembering to bring _____, it gets a lot more manageable. We are almost seven months deep and each day I'm overflowing with little tales of Julius' hilarity.
Until next week, I wish ya'll a Happy Canada Day weekend and hope you make some new table tales of your own!!
Grunting is his best communication method. He has started saying "dadadadaaada" but I'm still being naive in accepting this as a sign of first words. A low long grunt usually means he's not happy. Or has to poop. I higher pitched almost screaming grunt can be excitement or frustration, depending on the situation. If I hear a short little, kind of helpless grun (not even grunty enough to be a "grunt") he's usually tired or he just pooped.
Remember playing dodge ball in elementary school? Parent hood with a baby boy is like a game of dodge stream. Every diaper change is very risky. There is an inevitable chance of rapid fire, coming at you like an invisible laser. The worst is when you think it's done so you relax, you let your guard down *psssssss pssspss* squirted you right in the chest. Shirt change number five that day and you're considering wearing amour during these diaper endeavours.
There is nothing I can think of comparable to changing a big, wet, overflowing, strange coloured, off textured, nose hair curdling diaper. If you've ever seen those memes picturing a baby with the atomic waste spattered up its back with a caption that reads something about having to throw the whole human out, that is really how it feels in the moment. Seconds later as love and better judgement ration their way into your thought process, you can turn on the shower or fill up the tub. Some times its even interesting. You can actually identify the exact foods eaten in the last 24 hours or less.
Aside from the few tiny terrors, babies are great fun. I get the pure pleasure of dedicating a portion of my every day to cuddles AND BABY GIGGLES. Once you get used to the diaper changes, sleep dis order and always remembering to bring _____, it gets a lot more manageable. We are almost seven months deep and each day I'm overflowing with little tales of Julius' hilarity.
Until next week, I wish ya'll a Happy Canada Day weekend and hope you make some new table tales of your own!!
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