Saturday, July 09, 2011

1001 Kisses

Something happens when you have a baby.  Your brain melts or something.  Things that used to be important are suddenly completely unimportant and you find that you can spend five hours doing nothing but kissing your child's toes.

Now that she's four months old - things have gotten even better.  She's started to "kiss" back.

I put "kiss" in quotation marks because it's somewhere between a kiss and a drool attack.

And it's probably one of the most wonderful things in the world.

She also smiles when she sees me.  Not a little grin, but a full eye-squinting-gum-showing-little-bit-of-tongue smile.  She laughs when I blow on her belly.  She giggles when I nibble on her fingers.  She gets surprised when she farts loudly.

I never thought farts were funny until now.  But her shocked face is TOO FUNNY.

There is a lot of truth in the "fourth trimester" - the first three months after birth are pretty dull.  Eat, sleep, poop.  And cry.  She was constantly gazing just over my shoulder at something that wasn't there.

At least I hope there wasn't something there.

One time I was looking in her eyes to see my reflection (the only way to see if she was looking right at me or, as usual, just past my ear) and I thought I saw something move behind me.  I must have jumped two feet in the air.  There was nothing behind me when I looked.  But... well... I turned the lights on in the rest of the house and was jumpy for the rest of the evening.

And while I adored my little Spawn, she wasn't really all that exciting.  It was hard to keep talking to her when there was absolutely no response.  You begin to feel pretty stupid talking to a baby that just keeps looking at you like you are an idiot.

Why won't this woman just SHUT UP!  What do you want from me?

But over the course of the last month she's turned from a newborn into a baby.  She looks at me.  She smiles and talks, laughs and "kisses."  She's become, dare I say it, FUN!


How could you not kiss this??  Her hands and feet are slightly blurry in this photo because she was waving them around and telling me about how she's wriggled her way from one end of the crib to the other using nothing but her head and heels.  

I mean, obviously the dishes aren't done and the clothes aren't folded and there is cat hair ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE, because I'm busy kissing this amazing baby!

5 comments:

  1. Aw - what a lovely! Baby kisses rule!

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  2. Aawww!! I want to kiss the baby!!

    I remember when the midget started doing the drool attacks...and giggling. It was so awesome. She had this full on belly laugh that sounded like a much older person. It was awesome...drooly and gross, but awesome.

    This age is awesome...they interact and giggle and smile, and they stay pretty much where you put them, and they don't talk back.

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  3. Four months already? Holy cow. How'd that happen?

    I hadn't heard it referred to as the "fourth trimester," but my uncle expressed pretty much the same sentiment when he came to the hospital to see the monkey: "Yep, that's a baby," he said, holding her at arm's length and looking at her from different angles as if appraising some ripe produce, "call me when she's a person."

    Our lad hasn't got to the kissing or giggling stage yet, but he's finally smiling almost on demand, and we seriously could sit for hours making ridiculous faces and sounds to coax them out.

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  4. Don't stop!! there will come a point (around 13) that she will refuse to kiss you, so get all that you can now!
    But don't worry because after 13..she will love your kisses again! :-)

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