So, its been just a touch over six months since Hamish was born. People keep asking how he is doing and then looking at me weirdly when I say "still alive". I am sometimes not quite sure what they are expecting. "Excellent, he solved world hunger yesterday and today will tackle quadratic equations". "He is still having trouble adjusting to our oxygen based atmosphere". The alternative possibility is they want to hear cute stories about how he manages to dribble on everything, but that doesn't seem very likely to me.
He's still alive, by the way.
Hamish has now visited the Nott twice. He has been babysat once. He has been jabbed with needles on two seperate occasions. He has attempted food once (rice cereal, splah, chew spoon instead). He has been interstate once (not intestate, that's an entirely different thing, as is intestinal). He's been to the Uni campus centre on a few occasions. He's been swimming once. He's sent 5 IMs to people. He has never been to the beach. He has been eyed off hungrily by magpies twice. He can now eat his own toes if he's on his back. He can sort of stand on his own, as long as your definition of stand is 'bear his own weight' and the concept of balance doesn't come into it, but he still hates being on his front. He's done a whole bunch of things, but the words "how is Hamish?" seem to push it all out of my brain.
The babysitting went well. We headed to geekweevil
's party on Saturday, leaving goldengrove
's mum and sister watching over Hamish. It seemed an ideal trial - we weren't very far away and it wasn't a sit down dinner or anything that would be awkward to leave if it became necessary. The experiment went well, he went to sleep in short order and we didn't have to run home. That makes the second grandparent-intensive night he had in the week, as I went over to my parents' for a few hours on the Thursday and he got cooed over a lot there too.
The food trial didn't work out really. It didn't really cause him any stress, he was just baffled why goldengrove
was trying to put this stuff in his mouth. On the otherhand, he was happy to have this nice spoon to chew. Nomnomnom. There has been an awful lot of chewing and drooling and some grizzling, but there's still no strong signs of actual teeth. So much for the thought he might have been getting them in December. Another trial on food will be conducted this week, and despite encouragement from the roleplaying peanut gathering, it will not involve cake (even if it was yum, thanks richardjones
The six months feels like forever, and like no time at all. I can't really remember September and October except as a blur of anime and baby with the occasional event stuck in it (like a wedding ;)). The other months have slid past as well although with less sleep deprivation, leaving me with this sense of "it can't really be 6 months". But at the same time, its sort of hard to remember what things were like before Hamish came along, or before goldengrove
was pregnant, so it feels like It Has Always Been This Way. I wasn't sure how I was going to go with the start of things - I don't actually find infant babies that cute or interesting - but overall I think its been ok. He's not yet been left out for bears, or sold (given) to the circus or mysteriously disappeared at the same time as I had delicious pie, so I think we're doing ok. photos!
and a video
for the overkeen :)