The Middle of the Darling Daughters and I have developed a most alarming new habit. Since Baby Faris was born, we seem to be incapable of saying a word once – everything has to be in duplicate.
So we don’t ask Baby Boy if he wants his milk (silly question, he always wants his milk...) we ask him “milky-milky?” Or, occasionally for variety (and to extend
his vocabulary) we may say “din-dins”. And we never change his bum. It’s always his bum-bum. When off out, it’s always for “walkie-walkies”. This is a seriously disturbing development in two previously sane and sensible
women. What on earth have we turned into?
Today, by way of a change, we walked to Sainsbury’s – a good half-hour’s walk each way. We dressed
the Baby Boy up snug and warm (see photo) and on the way the Middle of the Darling Daughters showed me the school he will attend when he is bigger. I am interested to see the school, but I don’t want to think of him getting bigger. I love the smallness
of him, the way his eyes travel hither and thither (his Dad says he is looking for angels), the way he waves his arms about when he is wide awake as if he is trying to catch something which only a baby can see, the way he sleeps, sometimes, with his arms straight
down by his sides – which makes us laugh and call him our “soldier.”
At Sainsbury’s we meet up with Baby Boy’s adoring public. Several
times as I push the Super-Buggy along the aisles in search of ingredients for tonight’s Thai Green Curry (the Middle of the Darling Daughters is keeping me well-fed) I am stopped by people wanting to ask how old he is (“Nine days!” they say,
in wonder), how much he weighed when he was born (“A perfect weight!”), and what his name is (“How gorgeous!”) He does, indeed, look adorable in his little white cap and pale blue coat with rabbit ears – but these do mask
his Unique Selling Point which is his mass of curly, dark hair. Were his Adoring Public able to see this (especially when all fluffed up after being washed) I suspect we might be in danger of being mobbed. But I’m happy enough with the attention
we have attracted: “Enjoy your beautiful, beautiful baby!” one lovely lady told us. We assured her that we would.
Back home and Baby Faris
is back in the Rain Forest (aka the Baby Gym – see yesterday’s blog) and now, courtesy of the batteries we bought at Sainsbury’s, he can listen to the sound of the forest creatures. I love the sounds – they are like something straight
out of a programme starring David Attenborough. In fact Faris looks a bit like a baby David Attenborough, waving his arms at a bright orange monkey with a curly tail hanging from a silky creeper strategically positioned just above his head.
While I am enjoying every minute of my Adventures with Faris, I was also thinking today about another baby. I am remembering how very tiny she was and how totally,totally
beautiful, how when she sucked in her cheeks two enormous dimples appeared. I remember people saying I must be disappointed about having “another girl” and how I wanted to pin a big notice on her pram announcing “Yes, it’s a girl and
we are over the moon!”
So, Happy Birthday to the Youngest of the Darling Daughters – you were beautiful then and you are beautiful now, inside and
out. You didn’t have a Super-Buggy or a Rainforest baby Gym, for which I can only apologise.
But they do say, don’t they (and Baby Faris
seems to agree) that all you need is love...