I admit I’ve submitted this post early predicting a possible polite appeal to rewrite from the editors. I wouldn’t blame them either, but this observation deserves telling and most moms will smirk and take it in stride. I can also say this observation is not limited to all the little boys out there, I’ve heard tell stories of little girls that are equally amusing.
Discovery is a constant with a baby. Baxter discovers something new every day. This morning, he figured out the boomerang effect on his toys. Merely roll them off the edge of the excersaucer (aka excersaviour), repeat a mantra which resembles the early stages of crying, and the toy magically reappears. Repeat.
More amusing to me, is the discovery of his boyhood’his partners in crime, aka his package. I’ve heard all the stories and there is no doubt that changing Baxter’s diaper has become instantly more challenging with us both battling on opposing sides; I wish to cleanse and cover, he wishes to expose and grab. Please, this isn’t sexual. This is honest and innocent exploration of some new and fun territory.
I’m not going to judge him. He’s all of five months and deserves some new responsibilities. However, Amy fears he’s taking these responsibilities too far. Remember that this is a boy with very little dexterity and fine motor skills. Hands are open. Hands are closed. Between is a quick, clunky and somewhat mechanical movement that is oh-so-amusing when he is scratching the back of his head. And as Amy cringes and turns her head, I am trying to convince Amy that nothing is going to rupture or break off, and beyond the inconvenience of playing defense during a dirty diaper change, this is a phase that is quite natural’a phase that will most likely evolve and never really go away. Ever.