
Ella’s now almost 4 months, and I haven’t written since she was born. Very bad of me.
First thing that strikes me is that how strangely boring the process is. You hear about how children learn things so very fast, but quite frankly that’s just in proportion to what they know previously. I’m not saying this as a bad thing per say, but it’s just somewhat surprising – and quite amusing – watching the attempts at rolling around go on for a month or so. The total lack of restraint results in comedy gold as Ella’s roars remind me of javelin throwers at the Olympics. There was one semi-success a couple days ago as she somehow managed to flop around while I was changing her.
I mean obviously she has learned several things, the most important of which, from a parent’s perspective, is smiling. It’s just downright cool seeing her eyes light up and a huge smile come on her face when she sees you. It’ll take her a while to learn proper human cynicism I guess, but it’s quite a treat while it lasts. The curious side effect is that even this grumpy finn has started smiling a lot more – it’s very hard not to when smiling at her is practically guaranteed to make her happy… who’d have the heart not to?
Of course nothing is perfect, and babies have their associated chores. Fortunately we have a pretty decent arrangement with her sleeping now, and Liz has constantly been an angel about the nightly activities. While I can sleep relatively little, I am certainly a deep sleeper, and waking me up for a short period results me in practically (really) walking in to walls. I appreciate her taking pity on me and handling the nights. The daily chores generally speaking aren’t that bad, especially as she hasn’t had literally explosive diarrhea for a long time.
I also kind of suddenly realized that the baby is growing at a quite rapid rate. This can be primarily noticed when carrying her – she used to be light, but 7kg really gets to you after a while no matter how light it sounds. The most curious thing that came to mind regarding this is that she won’t be as easy to cuddle with later. Yes, that’s right, cuddle. It’s quite interesting how adorable it is when your daughter… burrows… in to you when she’s sad. One of those really primitive and incredibly strong emotions overcomes you.
All in all, I wouldn’t change it for the world, even though it can be rather frustrating when she decides to have a problem right in the middle of something interesting. Oh well, nothing good comes for free.
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