Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Curmudgeon getting used to baby noises

Our granddaughter is five months old today. In some ways that seems like an eyeblink-short period of time; in other ways, she seems to have been with us forever.

She's no longer a newborn. She's off the charts for height and weight and she's starting to eat cereal and baby food fruit. She likes baby fruit pears much more than baby food prunes.


She's more alert these days; she recognizes faces and voices. I am occasionally favored with a smile -- even though I don't feed her or change her. She apparently figures that the people who do feed and change her put up with me, so she should as well. Of course, I react like a complete idiot when she smiles... I make faces or noises or zoom in on her nose, looking for some additional reaction. Often, this is rewarded with a giggle -- at that age, it's more a gurgle than a giggle -- but it reenforces my odd behaviors.

Dignitas? Not around a grandchild.

When she lays on the floor, surrounded by toys and a mobile, batting at anything and everything, putting anything into her mouth, whether deliberately or not, she sometimes squeals in delight.

I've decided I don't mind these noises. It almost makes up for the bawling in the middle of the night a few months back.

Every now and then I realize I'm in danger of turning into an old softy. I make loud, deep, grouchy noises at no one in particular. Then I notice the baby is looking at me and smiling. And I start doing googlies again....

1 comment:

Empress Bee (of the high sea) said...

picturing you doing this is about the funniest thing i have heard in a while curmy! way to go!!!

smiles, bee