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All That's Fit to Print
He furrows his little brow as he looks at his chubby little fist. It's like he knows something but can't remember what it is. It's like he realizes this hand can do something, but he just isn't sure how to set the ball in motion. Then the fist bops him in the head and he has a momentary look of surprise and then returns to studying the fist. Now he knows it can do something, but the technique needs improving. Evan, at three months, is highly entertaining. He can kick his legs with an amazing amount of strength, but it's his hand that keeps us all in stitches. Monday I had Evan duty. It was my first all day stint and I have to say a day with a three-month-old baby is no cake walk. I made it through the diaper changings without gagging. In fact, it wasn't nearly as bad as I anticipated. As a rule, I dodge all diaper duty and haven't changed one in over 30 years. But Monday I relented. I had to since I was the only option. I have to admit that, like riding a bicycle, the skill of diapering a baby comes right back. So does giving a bottle although I have nursed a few puppies and squirrels in between real babies. It isn't the same though. Real babies, at least at three months, don't bite or run up your arm and sit on your shoulder when they are done. At one point, I found myself making up songs for Evan. After exhausting my repertoire which included "Found a Peanut," the "Hokey Pokey" and that song about the boll weevil, I caught myself singing to him about a 10 cent bunny on a $20 bill. I know that makes no sense, but it just came out and actually sounded just like something my own grandmother would have sung to me. What goes around comes around, or so they say. Hopefully, my inadequate singing voice and the loopy lyrics won't scar him for life. I'm not sure I'm living proof that it can't happen. My conclusion after a day with Evan is this. The battery operated baby swing complete with mobile and other little toys is the greatest invention of modern man. Forget computers and video games and high tech weapons. It is the baby swing that ranks as number one.
If you don't believe me, spend a day with a threemonth old without one. You'll get my point.
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