Part of this project's purpose is therapeutic journalism for me, so I have decided to record some baby stories that have nothing to do with G's heart. I will title these posts "Baby Business."
For the last week, I have been running an experiment to see how the baby's language and association skills are developing. I chose a distinctive sound (buzzing with my lips) and made it every time I put him on the change table. He quickly started trying to mimic it. He can't quite do it the same way I do, but he has his own throatier version. This amazed me. After a few days, he would buzz sometimes when he was placed on the change table but before I started. Again, I was impressed that he was forming an association between a "word" and an experience. Not too bad for a two monther!
At 6 AM this morning, I got up to feed G. Toward the end of his meal, he had a huge poop. A soak-through-his-clothes-and-mine, wake-up-dad-in-the-next-room kind of poop. His pajamas needed to be changed, and I was hoping I could do it without waking him up too much. As soon as I put him down on the table, he flashed a huge smile and began buzzing like crazy (lots of sound for lots of poop?). Screw sleeping - my baby was clearly showing his genius. So I responded by mimicking him and smiling.
To his credit, he settled down in a couple of minutes and went back to sleep, giving me time to write this post.
Just as he was drifting off, Dad came in and inquired about the huge poop. When I told him about the colossal volume of excrement, he just kissed G and said, "That's my boy."
He probably wouldn't have said that if it was his turn to change G's diaper.
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