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Pater: Lions and Tigers and Bears! Oh my!
Posted by Pater , Tuesday, June 22, 2010 9:45 AM
Forgot Old MacDonald. Here in the Hass Household, it's Avocado Jnr who has a farm. Ee-i-ee-i-oh. Whether it's meeting sheep, goats and cows, riding horses (real or otherwise) or having conversations with dogs, you seem to be right at home in the animal kingdom.
And it's not just domestic animals that you love seeing (especially Sophie's mater!).
So when you're not mucking out the stables or hanging out with Killer Whales, what are you up to as you reach the big Nine Months? Your jungle commando crawl has progressed to a lift-your-belly-off-the-floor-and-throw-yourself-forward movement. That was a great achievement. Not so impressive is your latest addition - headbashing and seal noises. We hope you drop both before starting school. Or at the very least, before marriage.
Your favourite MO for getting into a vertical position is lying on your belly, looking at us with those large brown eyes and putting your arms up in a humming bird hover. Pater first thought it was a sign of filial affection. As if! It's not hugs you want but a pair of hands to push up against, your little chubby thighs straining as you move from lying to kneeling to genuflecting to standing to walking. And then comes the teetering. And the falling without so much as a TIMBER! Shaking off the dazed look on your face, you roll back onto your stomach and then pull yourself back up.
And it's not just domestic animals that you love seeing (especially Sophie's mater!).So when you're not mucking out the stables or hanging out with Killer Whales, what are you up to as you reach the big Nine Months? Your jungle commando crawl has progressed to a lift-your-belly-off-the-floor-and-throw-yourself-forward movement. That was a great achievement. Not so impressive is your latest addition - headbashing and seal noises. We hope you drop both before starting school. Or at the very least, before marriage.Saying that, Pater doesn't think you'll bother to learn how to do the full-bum-wiggling-crawl when there are other methods to satiate your never ending curiosity. Those punishing hours in the gym/exesaucer/jolly jumper seem to have paid off and rather than propelling yourself forward at floor level, you prefer standing or staggering around like an Irish drunk. Okay, the overly proud parent will 'fess up: you're not actually walking alone (and even standing against an object requires a nervous parent on standby). But Mater and Pater don't mind if it means you'll keep us as a stabilising force through to the age of forty. No pressure.
Your favourite MO for getting into a vertical position is lying on your belly, looking at us with those large brown eyes and putting your arms up in a humming bird hover. Pater first thought it was a sign of filial affection. As if! It's not hugs you want but a pair of hands to push up against, your little chubby thighs straining as you move from lying to kneeling to genuflecting to standing to walking. And then comes the teetering. And the falling without so much as a TIMBER! Shaking off the dazed look on your face, you roll back onto your stomach and then pull yourself back up.(Apologies for the angle of the video. A drunk Irishman was filming.)
It's not just standing and walking that have captured your attention. You've discovered that if you clap or wave your hands the Big People coo with delight.
You may be wondering why your parents tell you to "wave bye bye" everytime we meet someone new. Mater does it because she doesn't want to confuse you with learning how to "wave bye bye" and "wave hello". Pater just wants to cut the conversation short. Either way, like the dog you met, once you've learnt a new trick, you won't give it up easily. What was once as rare as a royal wave from the Queen, is now handed out to every stranger who looks your way. We are now trying to teach you to blow kisses. Pater hopes they won't be handed out so freely. Now or in eighteen years time...
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