So…being a baby is kind of like being a total drunk. They can hardly see past about a foot in front of them, they have a hard time controlling both eyes at the same time, they can’t roll over without help, and they puke frequently…and crap their pants. I call that “Saturday.” In all seriousness, imagine if you could only see about a foot in front of you. You’d get pretty scared and cry out too. The other day I was getting ready to head out and was carrying Max around with me. I had to change my shirt (baby vomit) so I set him down on the bed and propped him upright with 2 pillows. He loves this. He sits there like a little business man contemplating world domination while staring off into space. I walked over to my dresser and tossed on a new shirt, when I turned around Max was looking right at me. He must have heard me, I thought to myself. I walked sideways across the room…his little eyes followed me. No way. I quietly tiptoed around the room and Max’s eyes followed me everywhere I went. I even held my hands up in the air and he looked up at them. This made me smile…Max looked right at me and burst out cooing and smiling! I was at least 10 feet away and he was reacting to my smile and looking right at me!
Look I know my kid didn’t invent Cold Fusion or anything but this was a pretty big deal to me. It is exciting to know he can see me at a slight distance and that I can make him smile by playing peek-a-boo. He turned 6 weeks old today and grows up more and more every day…little fatty. He’s like a piglet sniffing out truffles in your shirt when he’s hungry. Daddy doesn’t have a boob Max. This weekend he’ll be sniffing out truffles in Chicago as the three of us attempt our first airplane flight as a family. Fun, fun, fun. Wish me luck.
COLD FUSION FOOTNOTE: Anytime I am lonely because Kate is away, I rent the movie “The Saint” starring Val Kilmer and Elisabeth Shue because Shue’s character in the movie reminds me of Kate…and I have a crush on Elisabeth Shue. Her character invents cold fusion. Now you know.