This face ... it is either my hero or my villain. I have a small suspicion it is the latter. When I wake up I see this face up close; When I stop feeding I see this face; When I spit up I see this face. I can be charitable and say this face is always taking care of me. But my bet, he is the one waking me up or stopping me from feeding ... and there is also a strong correlation btwn sighting this face and all the slaps I get in the back.
This face I can really relate to. I think we are of the same
wavelenght and frequency. For all ye, Kumudam readers, here is the six similiarities.
- We have the same attention span
- We are happy when fed and grumpy when not.
- We sleep for the same # of hours
Now be a good sport and find the other three similiarities.
Just have to teach her to go easy on the "pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake"... and "Old McDonalds".
This is my translator designate. He interprets my needs and communicates it - like, "Hey she needs a diaper change", or "Look pappa is crying - do something about it". The only problem is he interprets 90% of my cries as "You want to be held right, Come I will hold you" and all my frowns as "she hates being tied down in the car seat" - even when I am nowhere near a car seat. And yes, he is the one who really understands what a baby can handle - all that contrast and the smooth flowing lines...
This face I can handle. I get fed without too many shakes or jolts; get ASAP diaper changes; and burps that dont feel like tonsil removal. She also follows a simple logic that I understand. If I cry, I get put in a cradle and violenly swung back-and-forth and back-and-forth. If I cry when in the cradle, I get taken out and violently swung back and forth and back and forth. Of course, I stop crying,
I am holding on to dear life.
There is stff competition going on here. She beats me in hours of sleep per day and the lesser no. of words per month. My only hope is to beat her in weight gain and probably in weight. I also get a kick out of scaring the heck out of her with a scream when she is anywhere near.
My dad wanted me to say that picture is blurred because of the hazy memory from not meeting her often. No, it is just a crappy shot from him.
Then there are angels, Santa Clauses and White-kinghts. These are the best kind of faces I like. They show up, get me nice dresses and/or toys and leave. All I have to do is flash them a nice smile and I am guaranteed another dress. Just look at their dazed look! They are also easier to handle. If I need some time-off, I just spit up a bit and they leave me alone for the next half an hour.
What says you? Anything of interest? you can sure have them. In fact, take one, and get one free.
