Me and My Monkey

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From here on out, every time a friend has a child, I will not get them the prerequisite bib or baby shoes. Nope, I will get them a copy of Bill Cosby’s “Fatherhood”. “You are not in charge anymore – the baby is in charge!” Hilarious shit. Miles is 6 weeks old now. He isn’t big enough to lift his own head, but he is slowly but surely leaving the cat phase and entering the human phase. Don’t get me wrong, he still poops in a diaper. But what I am finding fascinating is his newfound intentions.

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From here on out, every time a friend has a child, I will not get them the prerequisite bib or baby shoes. Nope, I will get them a copy of Bill Cosby’s “Fatherhood”. “You are not in charge anymore – the baby is in charge!” Hilarious shit. Miles is 6 weeks old now. He isn’t big enough to lift his own head, but he is slowly but surely leaving the cat phase and entering the human phase. Don’t get me wrong, he still poops in a diaper. But what I am finding fascinating is his newfound intentions. More after the jump.

cosby.jpg

From here on out, every time a friend has a child, I will not get them the prerequisite bib or baby shoes. Nope, I will get them a copy of Bill Cosby’s “Fatherhood”. “You are not in charge anymore – the baby is in charge!” Hilarious shit. Miles is 6 weeks old now. He isn’t big enough to lift his own head, but he is slowly but surely leaving the cat phase and entering the human phase. Don’t get me wrong, he still poops in a diaper. But what I am finding fascinating is his newfound intentions.

He is intentionally grabbing things, screaming, moving his legs. He wants (or doesnt want) something and he is starting to show subtle signs that he is in control. That beats pets. Pets work out of routine/habit. Once in a while they show intent by grabbing food off a table. This baby? The difference is that he has intentions that aren’t just about food. This is way overlooked, but should be as important as walking/talking/piercing.

For instance the other day we kept putting a stuffed animal monkey up on his rocker. And he kept knocking it off. We kept putting it on because his arms are known to flail. He would knock it off. Then we put it down by his feet – he knocked it off. It became clear that his intention was to get rid of that monkey.

Another example – we swaddle him with a blanket when he goes to bed. When he doesn’t want to sleep anymore and we want to swaddle him he sticks his legs out. I wait for them to go back into cross-legged to swaddle easier, but the minute they do he springs them out again, preventing the swaddle. It’s the baby equivalent of telling me that he is sleeping at his friends yet he ends up partying at a neon rave. Or something like that.

It’s all little, I know. But it makes my boat float. It is a cool ride I’m on and I can’t wait for him to make the next move – like a magic trick or something. Oh, and we also think he is having secret conversations with the ceiling fan. We hope the fan isn’t telling him to kill us. That’d suck.

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