Virgil
The Little One
by , 06-07-2010 at 11:19 AM (2631 Views)
I mentioned in a previous blog how they consider him overweight. As I look at those pictures from that first day, he does seem like he was heavier then. While he’s not exactly skinny, he seems to have thinned out some. His birthday is September 1st, and so a few days ago he turned nine months. He’s got way too cute chubby cheeks, and these dark expressive eyes. Most of his communication seems to come through those eyes. They smile and taunt, show helplessness and fierceness, appreciation and frustration all within the gleam of those dark pools. His face is a Kazak face, which means central Asian, which I can only describe as a mixture of Caucasian and east Asian features, but really, as I’ve been here now this long, I would say it has very own distinction. His hair is black and thin on his head and he’s got a bald spot on the back from I guess lying in the crib so long. Is that normal?
I think we bonded completely on the third day when out of the blue he just licked me, licked my face like a dog would. His face came to mine and his little tongue came out and he just licked. He sticks his tongue out a lot. And he likes to sing, “la-la-la-la-la.” Not sure where he picked that up, but he does keep a note.
He’s got a heck of a strong grip and is good at grabbing things. If he grabs a toy, or your necklace, or your eye glasses, he fights from letting go, and you got a fight on your hands. He doesn’t seem to cry. Of course we’ve only been with him for an hour a day, and it’s been all fun time, but the only time he’s cried was when I stood him up and he toppled over. Even then he only cried for a minute, more from the shock of it. He loves watching people. We are with him in a play room and people from the baby house walk back and forth. I walk him about and stick our heads in people’s offices and have him wave to them. He seems to be fascinated by the clip clop of women’s heels as they walk on the wooden floor, stopping and watching the women walk by. He absolutely loves being held up in the air. I tell him it’s time to play fighter pilot and lift him up and down and soar around and he just smiles and giggles.
We felt that his leg coordination was behind for his age (he’s probably in a crib more than your baby at home) and so we have him do leg exercises, pushing against his feet, standing him up, and getting him to do squats. We started pushing him up and down ourselves and now when he’s in position he will squat and jump. He loves that too. He thinks he’s jumping to the ceiling. We put him on his stomach trying to get him to crawl and until today he just didn’t understand the concept. He would lie on his belly and we would put a toy just beyond his reach and would try to reach it but he just doesn’t know how to get to it. His arms extend and legs would flail back and forth as if he was swimming but he wasn’t getting anywhere. And then he would roll himself over and lie on his side and stare up at you, as if to ask, “what are you doing to me?”
Today he did finally crawl. We put him on his belly again and out of the blue he got up on his elbows, tucked his knees in and gave an extension and moved forward. That was exciting and we put him into position and tried again and wham he did it again, a single stroke crawl. He seemed proud of himself and started babbling, “da-da.”
Mommy then says, “no, it’s ma-ma.”
And baby responded, “da-da.”
And mommy responded, “ma-ma.”
And daddy, thrilled said, “yay, da-da.”
And mommy, “no, ma-ma.”
And baby, “da-da.” Do you think there’s a rivalry going on? And then he decided to sing, “la-la-la-la-la.”
Oh well, so much for a gushing daddy.
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