At various points in the leadup to Hamish's birth, people felt the need to inform me - sometimes with an element of relish - that I should become inured to the idea of being covered in bodily fluids. However, at no point did any of them mention that my offspring would at some point decide that my head would be improved considerably by having my eyebrows made sodden with drool. It just wasn't something I had been led to expect as a new father, yet of all the surprise emanations that Hamish has gifted me with, it was somehow one of the most disturbing. Granted I have thick eyebrows, almost custom designed to absorb large quantities of drool, but there's something about trying to get rid of rapidly cooling spit out of them that I'd prefer never to have to experience again.
Its been a month of new experiences all around. Hamish has had four new teeth slowly push their way through his gum on the top. This has taken a while to go from "yep, those are bumps" to the current stage, which is 3 of them through and the 4th looming. They aren't far enough through to be much use in chewing, but he can grind the bottom and top ones together, producing a horrible noise that makes his parents shudder. There's been the usual grumpiness and refusing food that the proccess can often involve, but hopefully he'll soon have enough teeth that he no longer looks like he evolved to dig up truffles with his lower front teeth.
This month also turned out to be his first bleeding wound. Or, rather, wounds. Several times early in the month he slipped over or lost his balance and smacked his rather sensitive mouth into pieces of furniture. At one point he slipped over and faceplanted on a table, biting his tongue well and good, a neat trick with only two teeth at the time. Fortunately the first time was at mum's group, so goldengrove
had people around to reassure her that despite all the blood (mixed in with excessive amounts of spit and tears to really make it look like it was lots and lots) there was just a minor bit of damage. He repeated almost the same effort a few days later at home, and it took much distracting with the bathroom mirror to make him forget about it.
In other mouth-related news, Hamish often makes a kind of fish-face - sucking in his cheeks and making weird noises with his pursed lips. While trying to feed him yogart and having him keep making this face, goldengrove
found that if you put a spoon full of yogart up to his lips at this point, he would suck it all off the spoon, much to his surprise.
Other stuff that wasn't food or mouth related happened too. He's not quite able to walk on his own, but he is able to haul himself up and lower himself down on random bits of furniture. This includes the inside of his cot, so one of the fun tasks this month was to lower the cot base - not in a "installing 5000Watt speakers and glowing blue light tube" way, which would be both tacky and awesome, but just moving the base to the lowest position it can sit in. Not only was this somewhat of a nuisance because I was under the cot with an alun key trying not to get hit in the face by falling bolts, but now it means when we go to put him down to sleep, its an extra four or so inches.Big deal? If only. That little bit of space seems to be enough that he is more likely to stir and wake up as you go to lay him down, a tendency that can lead to murderous thoughts when you've been trying to settle him for 30 minutes already.
Hamish seems to have crawling right now, banishing thoughts that he might learn to walk around before he learned to crawl. Between the highspeed 4 wheel drive mode and pulling himself up on the furniture, his ability to get to things he shouldn't has increased by an order of magnitude. No, you can't have the phone. No, you can't get to the books. No, you can't play with the bin. No you can't play with the eeepc. No you can't play with the heater. No you can't get to the ethernet cable. If the Americans were serious about weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, they should have taken a load of 10 month olds with them and just let them crawl around - their ability to home in on things they really shouldn't have is astounding. We're gradually babyproofing the dining room area, but its not a fast process because we need to find places to put everything (ie: 4000 books).
There are other things Hamish gets obsessed with that probably won't cause his imminent destruction - one of goldengrove
's black socks with pink toes was stolen out of the clean washing repeatedly until we gave up and let him have it. Birds are a favourite, especially when lots of them come for stale bread out the back. He's met a lot of dogs in the last month and now there is now even more excitement and reaching when we see one walking around the neighbourhood. I think its a race for what his first clear word will be - dog, bird, hamish or armbar (not counting the dadadada, muhmumhmuh noises that he makes all the time). Accordingly, bjj_moves
has increased the fervency of his campaign to make sure its 'armbar'.
For a long while, bath time was a bit of a trial. It wasn't that he hated it, but he clearly was a bit nervous about the whole process. He'd keep one hand on the edge of the little bath on its stand, with a white-knuckled grip to make sure he didn't fall over or something, and the one bath in the big bath was clearly a very nervous process for him. However, while in the bath recently, he discovered splashing - you can smack the water with both hands, and it goes everywhere and makes a cool noise. After one bath where we had to pull the whole stand away from the sink and associated bathroom stuff, and I had to change clothes, goldengrove
had the clever idea to put the little bath inside the big bath and let him go nuts. I think part of the appeal is that when he smacks the water it moves, but he can't pick it up. I grabbed a jug and poured a long stream of water into the bath, and Hamish spent the entire time trying to grab the stream and being intrigued about why he couldn't. He'd curl his hand around the falling water and then grab, which mostly just led to water splashing in all directions, primarily into his face. We've been planning to try and take him swimming (hopefully with impish
and family) but time kept slipping away. Now that we know that he's a bit more likely to enjoy it, we should organise things more actively.too many photos of hamish eating