What Grace Knows - Navigating Daddy
Grace sees me not so much as a person, but as equal parts restaurant, jungle gym and mattress. Whether hungry, sleepy or looking to play, she knows what she wants when she wants it, and how to move around me in order to get it.
Feeding position (were you expecting me to dangle her from her ankles?) |
My daughter is mostly pretty quiet, but when she's hungry she lets you know it in the form of unholy, slasher movie level screaming. The thing that's impressive is that she's learned to stop freaking out when I get her into feeding position, sitting down with her cradled in my left arm, not when she first feels the bottle. The thing that's scary is that she can put herself into feeding position when I'm not expecting it. At least once a day I'll be burping Grace over my shoulder and, like something out of Cirque du Soleil, she'll push herself up, toss herself to the right and dive into the crook of my arm, ready for a post-burp snack.
Burping equals boredom for Baby Grace, so when she's not diving for food, she's trying to play, and there's nothing funner than my face. She lifts her head and climbs, pushing off my arms with her legs and finding handholds in my chest hair (ouch) and mouth (OUCH!) on her way to the summit of Mount Nose.
"You've got a Gracie on you." |
After conquering the trip up my face, it's naptime, which means negotiating her way back down to her favorite sleeping spot before I get the chance to put her in the stinky bassinet. This move is more of a slide rather than a dive, as she purposefully curls into a ball with her ear pressed against my chest, resting up for a few hours before the cycle begins again.
From the looks of things, you were born to be a daddy. So wonderful to read about how much joy little Gracie is bringing you. I can't wait to meet her!
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