Imagine if you will, a foreign being living for 9 months in a darkened water world where they are constantly being jiggled and soothed by their hosts walking and the sounds that they hear are the whooshing of blood and the gurgle of digestion. This is how babies start their lives until they are brought from total darkness into a bright hospital room with doctors and nurses and a million well wishers oohing and ahhhing over them. They arrive into our lives virtual aliens. And sometimes they do things that make us think that they surely are from another planet.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Isabella is an alien sometimes. She likes to sleep in the corner of her crib. And I don't mean near the corner, I mean her head is literally shoved against the bumper. I've tried putting her at the bottom of the crib, but she always worm crawls her way up to the corner, where she sleeps with her head smooshed and her booty in the air.
She doesn't cry when she has a poopy diaper. There's been times when she's been in her jumper and I was unloading the dishwasher or making lunch or whatever and I'll pick her up and she'll be stinky. But she won't cry. It can't be comfortable to jump around with poop in your butt.
She's starting to crawl, but sometimes when she wants something badly she goes on her belly, and all 4 limbs start flailing, like she's trying to swim or fly where she wants to go. Just see for yourself.
Also, she has this new thing where when I'm walking around the house with her she leans her head all the way back so she can stare at the ceiling. Which means I have to cradle her head with my hand while she is in an almost complete back bend.
She also likes to play with the wall by her changing table. There's nothing on it. It's just a plain purple wall. But it really seems to amuse her. She hits it, laughs at it, and talks to it. Maybe walls are cool on her planet.
Hopefully I'm not the only one raising an alien. Tell me about your little Martian.
Posted by Melissa G. at 3:47 AM