Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know.
Did I tell you hubby wants Kaylin to become a rock star? (A dad can dream.) This is one of our favourite outfits for her, matched with one of our favourite expressions on her. My mother-in-law mentioned the other day that not many Chinese parents dress their babies in black, which only pleased Y all the more. Special thanks to CY for the t-shirt!
Kaylin doesn’t laugh out loud very often and she certainly hasn’t laughed so much since I took this video. Just four months old and she already knows not to repeat a trick. Happy Monday, everyone!
Our timing was a little unfortunate the day we brought Kaylin to her first wedding reception. She’d been out for much of the day, had refused to nap properly, and was really cranky by the time we got to the reception venue. It didn’t help that everyone wanted to meet her at the same time, and that the entire ballroom-ful of people clapped loudly when the guest of honour arrived, among other things.
So she screamed. And my daughter has a loud scream. Hubby and I eventually calmed her down, whereby she semi-happily settled into her stroller and made herself comfortable. Like this. It was the first time she’d done this, and funnily enough, she hasn’t done it again since. Maybe she’s waiting for the next time we dress her up for an important occasion. In any case, we were so hesitant about disturbing the peace that we left her like this all evening.
When Kaylin was just 12 days old, I took this photo and declared her a chip off the old block. Now, four months on, it seems she hasn’t just inherited her daddy’s looks and expressions, she’s also got his adventurous spirit (hopefully) and his strong will (uh oh). Here’s my current favourite photo of my two number one people in the world.
When I was pregnant, I told myself Kaylin would be my opportunity to discover the world through a baby’s eyes. I wanted to marvel at her every milestone and share in her excitement at every new discovery. Then she arrived, and for the first six weeks or so, nothing happened. She slept, she ate, she pooped. In that order.
Towards the end of her second month, she smiled. Finally! Then she started gurgling and cooing, and I was thrilled. But the third month was when the fun really started. Kaylin began focusing on objects, recognising faces, smiling, she even managed a laugh or two, she started turning over and, one of my favourites, she discovered her hands!
This is the first time she realised she could put not one, but both hands into her mouth!
Doesn’t she look guilty at being caught out?
Soon after she found out she could clasp her hands together. I love this “Genius” onesie, which was a gift. Hubby and I thought Kaylin looked like an evil mastermind plotting to take over the world. My mother-in-law reckons she’s just practising for Chinese New Year.
I spy with my little eye…
I just love how everything is A Wonderful New Discovery when you’re a baby.
This is probably one of those photos that, if my daughter ever ends up in therapy, will be pinpointed as the source of whatever reason Kaylin is seeing a shrink in the first place. I don’t know why that comes to mind. Must be her slightly… traumatised expression.
…makes all those 4am feedings worth it.
This is Kaylin’s favourite toy at the moment, and our surefire way of keeping her entertained in her cot for a good half hour or so. Watch out for her smiling at the 25-second mark.
A friend told me he found his baby’s vaccinations traumatic. A neighbour said she cried the first time her baby had a vaccination. Kaylin had received vaccinations the day she was born and the day after but I wasn’t witness to either of them, so when it came time for more injections (yes, plural), I wasn’t sure how I would respond.
Can I first say how amazed I am at the number of vaccinations that are recommended for babies nowadays? The paediatrician gave me a list charting Kaylin’s injections right up to about two years or something and it is long. Also, they’re really expensive, but that’s my fault because we went to a paed as opposed to a GP.
I guess moments like this are when I’m extra glad for Kaylin’s thunder thighs (said with all my love) because I’m guessing jabs would hurt a lot more if she were skinny. The doctor stuck the needle into one thigh, there was a split-second pause, and then Kaylin opened her mouth and screamed. He did the same to the other thigh and Kaylin screamed so hard her face turned dark purple. I’d never seen someone do that before.
When it was over, I buttoned up Kaylin’s onesie, picked her up and held her, and within seconds, she stopped screaming. Just like that. There wasn’t a tear in her eye – my daughter hardly cries tears, which makes me wonder if most of the time she’s scolding/screaming at me instead of actually crying – and to my relief, there wasn’t a tear in mine either.
I guess I went in pretty matter-of-fact about it because vaccinations are good for Kaylin. At least, they’re supposed to be. And while being a new mother has seen me get emotional and/or panicky from time to time, usually when I imagine something happening to my baby, it seems vaccinations aren’t one of those things. Which is great because we’ve got another doctor’s visit coming up next month.
Can you spot the real baby in the photo?
