Today Ryan learned the importance of timing. Every night at 10:30, I get to give him his last feed of the day. This involves waking him up gently, then I change his nappy, give him his bottle, have a bit of a cuddle and then put him back to bed. It's a smooth operation; he's back in bed, yawning and settling himself off to sleep again within twenty minutes or so.
Except tonight. I've got his old nappy off, and he takes that moment to grab my hand and start nomming on it. This is extremely cute, he curls up his whole body to hug my hand while he's doing it.) By the time I get myself untangled, I realise it was all just a decoy for his real plan - he's taken advantage of his freebird status to pee all over himself. Cheeky noodle. I now have a baby in a sodden onesie, clearly convinced he's struck a blow for something. Now he's going to get a whole outfit change, and possibly a new bib announcing "Fight the Power!"
Fortunately, he still had his bottle to come, and even if he's wide awake when we start, he's drowsy again by the time he's finished it.He always has a big smile for his daddy when I put him back to bed. Lovely little man.
I was a bad daddy last night. We put him to bed each night at 7:00. He doesn't enjoy going down for naps, he often cries for a few minutes before settling; but come 7:00, his mummy and daddy change him and sing him a lullaby, and he smiles and grabs hold of our hands; then, when we have him tucked in and turn the lights off, he yawns, maybe burbles to himself for a couple of minutes, and then he's off to sleep.
Anyway, last night after we'd tucked him in Wallybee decided to fill up the vaporiser, and I was left looking after him for a couple of minutes. I would like to say, in my defence, that he totally started it. He poked his tongue out at me, so I poked my tongue out at him. He looked at it owlishly for a couple of seconds, then started giggling. Naturally, I poked my tongue out at him again, moved it from side to side, and then put it back in my mouth with a 'shoop' sound effect. (I'm pretty sure that it's the law. The Giggling Baby law.) He giggles some more, and by the time Wallybee came back, he was wide awake. When we turned the lights off, he started crying, took a few minutes to settle down. Poor noodle, cursed with a father who is apparently a master of tongue-related comedy.
Bad Daddy, bt!
Seriously, though, as that baby boy progresses and gets cuter, I fear for Civilization. I suspect the Buffista sprog will be our overlords in short order.
Seriously, though, as that baby boy progresses and gets cuter, I fear for Civilization. I suspect the Buffista sprog will be our overlords in short order.
There's a good question there. Other Buffista parents: this whole lethal cuteness phase Ryan has going on, that lasts, what, forever? Is that about right?
