Babyhood aspirations

A new baby = new kind of fun.... erm.. sort of... depends on which side of the coin you are understanding this from... it's been back breaking work trying to take care of our Little One, have time with hubby as well as working.. and trying to go to the gym to lose that extra few (quite a few) pounds that I put on during pregnancy.... anyway I have been slowly adjusting to my/our new lifestyle... and of course with a growing baby, each new day is a new learning experience... for example:

1) Baby now sleeps through the night.. well he has been sleeping through the night for about a week or slightly more now... and it has been GOOD! after his last feed at about 8-9pm, our Little One will be changed into his sleeper and new diaper. He thoroughly enjoys this and will now kick and wiggle his arms no end. Not so funny for me who has to take off his day clothes, clean out his bottom, put lotion all over him, put on new diaper, put on sleeper. Its a tactical struggle but kind of fun for our Little One for about 20min. Then he gets carried around the bedroom and a collection of nursery rhymes, courtesy of the mother (in my brain, its the operation titled "Searching Memory Bank for Songs from Yester-years")... and starts to yawn in about 10min . Like magic, our Little One starts to zonk out and lo and behold, closes his eyes and sleeps.... once I catch his involuntary smile with his eyes closed ( at least I think the smile seems involuntary and instinctive)... our Little One is sound asleep.... ah bliss and the close of another day

2) Our Little One now is also Le Infant Terrible.... why.. well our Little One is the only one that we give our attention to hence, it is his god-given right that he be entertained every minute of his waking day... the same logic applies to our babysitter. Try putting him aside for 5min for a bathroom break and we will be greeted with a loud, piercing cry of distress.... as soon as our Little One is picked up, the distress call shuts off like a button's been pushed (think of the attendant light on the plane and how it shuts off when the flight attendant comes round)... and you see the Little One breaking into a huge grin with tears in his eyes.... what a (nonetheless, lovely) sigh....

3) Like all parents, we take the time to inculcate our Little One with aspirations... and growing up in the Cold War which also culminated into the height of Space travels, my dear husband has devised a way to interest our Little One with the love for "Space, the Final Frontier".... He carried our Little One onto his lap and in his most officious voice, starts a countdown from 10 to 0 and suddenly "Blast off!" and our Little One is suddenly rocketed into mid air (with the help and in the safet yof daddy's arms) and is orbitting round the living room.... sometimes this inter-galactic journey is accompanied by the themesong from "Lost in Space"... and here is a look at the launchpad from our living room and our Little One as an plain clothes astronuat....