Baby hurling

July 20th, 2005

This whole being a dad thing is starting to become a reality, especially over the past few weeks. I’m not saying I was in denial prior to that or anything, but I’m definitely starting to feel a bit more… dadish.

I think part of it is that men, as a rule, aren’t really that taken with babies. Sure they look cute and are interestingly tiny, but they don’t tend to do very much. A baby for the first few months basically just kinda lies there and twitches randomly with a vacant, glassy stare. When he does do something like greedily grab onto a bottle of milk with his mouth, it’s an event worth getting all worked up about because it shows a glimmer of him being a wee person instead of a wriggling blob that poos.

He has now broken out of this first stage that seems to appeal exclusively to clucky women and mothers, and entered the much more interesting stage that appeals to dads. That stage is the stage where you can pick him up and kinda throw him about.

It’s great to get a wee reaction from this miniature person who giggles uncontrollably when you hold him above your head. For some strange reason, he also finds showing him karate moves absolutely hilarious. It’s a blessing to have a kid who laughs so easily, come to think of it.

He’s yet to enter the eagerly awaited third stage though which is another stage that seems suited to dads. That stage is the one where he’s old enough that you can buy the cool toys in the toy shop. At the moment he’s still on objects and fluffy things that squeak or rattle. Never mind, we’ll soon get him onto radio controlled helicopters, scalextric sets and bikes. All for him of course. Not me, no no.

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