Saturday, February 19, 2011

The Secret Life of Babies

It is truly a marvel how a helpless being such as myself can completely manhandle (or Dan-handle, heh heh) two adult beings with such finesse. I must take advantage of this period of my life. I can't do much for myself, but I do possess amazing super powers that I can exercise over my parents from my prone spot in the crib. 

For example, last night I awoke several times: 1 a.m., 3 a.m., 5:30 a.m. and 7:15 a.m. to be exact. Each time I whimpered and whined and got some attention. In the morning I heard my parents hashing out the possibilities:
"Maybe he's teething."
"He could be overtired."
"Perhaps he's still upset from the hospital visit."
"Could it be a growth spurt?"
Happy, but nearing the end of my patience.
Even my grandparents chimed in with possibilities, offering all sorts of suggestions.


Yes, there are so many options, but only one correct answer. And I'll never tell. We babies have a code. I will not be the one to reveal the ancient secrets of babies, not even for the sake of my blog. How we little ones manage to run rings around our parents, or really, have them run rings around us, is surely a case caregivers, scientists, psychologists and doctors will continue to explore. Meanwhile, I know how to sleep through the night and have been doing so since about six weeks. I just like to throw them a curveball every so often to keep them on their toes.

My (happy) time is up! You try and figure out why.
Well today is Shabbat, a day of rest. And my parents certainly need some of that. So I better go! 

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