cute pig ?
We have this 6 week old at home who sucks with such ferocity that vacuum cleaner manufacturers would like to examine his prowess. He is like a sponge soaking up everything around him - Colours, light, shapes, movement, sound and "directed" words are just some of the things that seize his attention.
He has 3 different call signs now.
Uhu .. aha ha ahuh .. yeah baby, aha huh - ahuh: that would mean "daddy warm up the milk" and in the mean time "mummy change my nappy" [AKA I have a surprise for you in my nappy].
Prr prr.. UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMMMMMMMMMMmmmm: that would mean, "I am organising your Christmas gift, please open nappy in 5 mins" [AKA I might pee on you anyway when you open. Thank me if you have been thirsty]
Any other noise such as AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhh Ah yuuuuuu: that would mean, "no my testicles have not fallen off, but I cry as if they have regardless" – nothing you can do daddy-o.
So, it is 11:30pm. Call sign [1] from Agastya. Daddy does his bit, warms up the milk. Mommy – what mommy? Still snoring instead of changing nappies? Ok, I do that anyway as I realise Monica is mighty tired from handing the Indo-Chinese Elvis impersonator through the day. I feed him after his nappy change and half way through his feed he decides he has had enough. You leave that bottle in his mouth for an additional minute and a half just to make sure he does not want to resume. Time to wind him? Yes, you bet. It took me 57 minutes to make him burp yesterday. He did not bother burping, I could see him squirm and he is largely uncomfortable. He finally decides to throw up a bit and I am very relieved. I curse all the Gods for making the little one uncomfortable and giving me a hard time.
As mentioned above, he feeds like an ogre. He could feed 3 ounces a few times and then when you least look forward to, might decide to avariciously devour 10 ounces. You do not know if he has had enough. Feeding on demand has a new connotation. I try to be scientific, adding number of ounces he has had already divided by the number of hours since morning – multiply that by a fudging factor, check for sudden change in humidity or room temperate. Nothing works. I notice Monica and her mother affectionately call him "sayang" and I think "hello, you have a piggy in your hands". When I lift him, very occasionally in an irate mood, he would give you this one-look at which time you, without delay, feel guilty for even thinking or saying something unkind. He indeed is precious. He has started to smile and you could see a few of his photos from the private gallery.
He has 3 different call signs now.
Uhu .. aha ha ahuh .. yeah baby, aha huh - ahuh: that would mean "daddy warm up the milk" and in the mean time "mummy change my nappy" [AKA I have a surprise for you in my nappy].
Prr prr.. UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMMMMMMMMMMmmmm: that would mean, "I am organising your Christmas gift, please open nappy in 5 mins" [AKA I might pee on you anyway when you open. Thank me if you have been thirsty]
Any other noise such as AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhh Ah yuuuuuu: that would mean, "no my testicles have not fallen off, but I cry as if they have regardless" – nothing you can do daddy-o.
So, it is 11:30pm. Call sign [1] from Agastya. Daddy does his bit, warms up the milk. Mommy – what mommy? Still snoring instead of changing nappies? Ok, I do that anyway as I realise Monica is mighty tired from handing the Indo-Chinese Elvis impersonator through the day. I feed him after his nappy change and half way through his feed he decides he has had enough. You leave that bottle in his mouth for an additional minute and a half just to make sure he does not want to resume. Time to wind him? Yes, you bet. It took me 57 minutes to make him burp yesterday. He did not bother burping, I could see him squirm and he is largely uncomfortable. He finally decides to throw up a bit and I am very relieved. I curse all the Gods for making the little one uncomfortable and giving me a hard time.
As mentioned above, he feeds like an ogre. He could feed 3 ounces a few times and then when you least look forward to, might decide to avariciously devour 10 ounces. You do not know if he has had enough. Feeding on demand has a new connotation. I try to be scientific, adding number of ounces he has had already divided by the number of hours since morning – multiply that by a fudging factor, check for sudden change in humidity or room temperate. Nothing works. I notice Monica and her mother affectionately call him "sayang" and I think "hello, you have a piggy in your hands". When I lift him, very occasionally in an irate mood, he would give you this one-look at which time you, without delay, feel guilty for even thinking or saying something unkind. He indeed is precious. He has started to smile and you could see a few of his photos from the private gallery.
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