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9 GRANDPA BABYSITTING
9:00 a.m. Friday, June 28, 2009—
Yesterday Leo rolled over! Twice! Then this morning he rolled over twice more in a demonstration for his mom and dad! The living room erupted in cheers! Kisses on his bald peach-fuzzy pate! Pats on the back! Hugs! Embraces! Praises! Praises to the skies!
"Leo! Leo! Leo!"
"Yay!"
Leo turned three months old just this past Wednesday.
"All right!"
"Way to go!"
"Hooray!"
Last Friday I told his father as I left for the weekend that I thought Leo would roll over for him before I returned to babysitting duty on Sunday evening. Lying on his back on the floor, by arching his back and kicking his legs and flailing his arms and squirming and grunting Leo had been rotating halfway around a circle with his head at its center.
He could lie on his side and slide but he hadn't been able to flip his hip over to complete the reversal.
Then yesterday he and I played on the floor. We were head to head, Leo on his back, I on my stomach. We laughed and talked and played. He squirmed and wrestled and craned his neck and head way back and around to see me.
Then his binky popped out of his mouth! It landed just up and to his left behind his head.
"Argh!"
Leo wanted it bad!
"Ehhhh!"
His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
He leaned to his side and arched his back and reached and fussed and kicked and kicked and squirmed and then all of a sudden his right hip toppled over, his left hip popped free of the carpet, and Leo rolled over!
"Whoa!"
Leo knew he'd done something new! He forgot about his binky though now it was right before his eyes.
He looked at me, raised his eyebrows, and wrinkled his forehead.
"Uh?"
I laughed.
But he had rolled over on top of his left arm and it was still pinned beneath his tummy. He lay on it, his neck and back arched, his head up, his knees and feet elevated, and he rocked back and forth on his tummy, groaning and grunting and straining. He finally got his right elbow up near his face so he could use that arm to lift his chest just a little bit higher.
His left arm popped free!
"Whoa!"
Complete success!
"Way to go, Leo!"
I cheered.
Leo was silent for a moment as he oriented himself to this new position and perspective.
"Good job!"
But Leo had never liked being on his tummy. Hmm. Now he was uncomfortable and well on the way to frustration. He grunted and fussed. He kicked his legs and flailed his arms as he complained.
I call this behavior his swimming lessons.
Though Leo didn't really cry, his squirming and distress as usual quickly made me feel sorry for him and I turned him again to his back.
He looked up at me and grinned.
"You did it!"
I put his binky back in his mouth and got up from the floor and back to my easy chair and my laptop to tinker with my book. Just a few minutes later I heard strenuous grunting and looked up at just the right time.
On his side he grunted and strained and then—
"Whoa!"
Leo rolled over again!
I emailed his mother the news and when she and his father got home from work they tried to tempt Leo into performing his stunt.
No.
But this morning as his father watched I got down on the floor behind his head as I had the day before and it was not long before Leo was on his side and then his hip popped free and Leo had rolled over again!
"Hooray!"
Then when his mother came into the living room his father got down on the floor and in moments Leo had done it once more!
"Yes!"
I began this record of the acrobatic event just after his parents left for work this morning and I was just about to post it when I heard Leo's grunting and babbling register discomfort so I stopped my editing and checked.
"Ick!"
My reward—
A big messy, sloppy, thick green gray yellow liquid poop! It had leaked out of his diaper and onto his outfit and onto his blanket and even onto the cushion and plastic pad of his vibrating chair!
"Yow!"
As fastidiously as I could I picked Leo up by his ankles and shoulders and carried him to his changing table. I removed the nasty diaper, removed his soiled outfit, wiped him down five times, cleaned him up, put on his fresh diaper, and slipped his head and arms into his clean suit.
Finished!
Leo looked up at me, pink, cream, perfectly calm and still, and smiled.
I smiled.
Leo grinned.
I laughed.
Leo couldn't stop smiling.
I lifted him into the cradle of my arms and laid him on the living room floor while I changed the plastic trash bag in the dirty diaper dispenser. I inserted the new bag, closed and tied the full stinky bag, and dumped it into the bin behind the garage.
On the way back into the house I felt a damp spot on my tee shirt.
I looked.
"No!"
Two quarter-sized spots of liquid yellow green poop!
Baby love.
The dirty laundry is in the washer, I'm back in my chair with MacBook in my lap, and Leo lies on the floor with the hiccups.
They stop.
He quiets.
He sleeps.
I think I'll call this—
Nirvana!
Yesterday Leo rolled over! Twice! Then this morning he rolled over twice more in a demonstration for his mom and dad! The living room erupted in cheers! Kisses on his bald peach-fuzzy pate! Pats on the back! Hugs! Embraces! Praises! Praises to the skies!
"Leo! Leo! Leo!"
"Yay!"
Leo turned three months old just this past Wednesday.
"All right!"
"Way to go!"
"Hooray!"
Last Friday I told his father as I left for the weekend that I thought Leo would roll over for him before I returned to babysitting duty on Sunday evening. Lying on his back on the floor, by arching his back and kicking his legs and flailing his arms and squirming and grunting Leo had been rotating halfway around a circle with his head at its center.
He could lie on his side and slide but he hadn't been able to flip his hip over to complete the reversal.
Then yesterday he and I played on the floor. We were head to head, Leo on his back, I on my stomach. We laughed and talked and played. He squirmed and wrestled and craned his neck and head way back and around to see me.
Then his binky popped out of his mouth! It landed just up and to his left behind his head.
"Argh!"
Leo wanted it bad!
"Ehhhh!"
His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
He leaned to his side and arched his back and reached and fussed and kicked and kicked and squirmed and then all of a sudden his right hip toppled over, his left hip popped free of the carpet, and Leo rolled over!
"Whoa!"
Leo knew he'd done something new! He forgot about his binky though now it was right before his eyes.
He looked at me, raised his eyebrows, and wrinkled his forehead.
"Uh?"
I laughed.
But he had rolled over on top of his left arm and it was still pinned beneath his tummy. He lay on it, his neck and back arched, his head up, his knees and feet elevated, and he rocked back and forth on his tummy, groaning and grunting and straining. He finally got his right elbow up near his face so he could use that arm to lift his chest just a little bit higher.
His left arm popped free!
"Whoa!"
Complete success!
"Way to go, Leo!"
I cheered.
Leo was silent for a moment as he oriented himself to this new position and perspective.
"Good job!"
But Leo had never liked being on his tummy. Hmm. Now he was uncomfortable and well on the way to frustration. He grunted and fussed. He kicked his legs and flailed his arms as he complained.
I call this behavior his swimming lessons.
Though Leo didn't really cry, his squirming and distress as usual quickly made me feel sorry for him and I turned him again to his back.
He looked up at me and grinned.
"You did it!"
I put his binky back in his mouth and got up from the floor and back to my easy chair and my laptop to tinker with my book. Just a few minutes later I heard strenuous grunting and looked up at just the right time.
On his side he grunted and strained and then—
"Whoa!"
Leo rolled over again!
I emailed his mother the news and when she and his father got home from work they tried to tempt Leo into performing his stunt.
No.
But this morning as his father watched I got down on the floor behind his head as I had the day before and it was not long before Leo was on his side and then his hip popped free and Leo had rolled over again!
"Hooray!"
Then when his mother came into the living room his father got down on the floor and in moments Leo had done it once more!
"Yes!"
I began this record of the acrobatic event just after his parents left for work this morning and I was just about to post it when I heard Leo's grunting and babbling register discomfort so I stopped my editing and checked.
"Ick!"
My reward—
A big messy, sloppy, thick green gray yellow liquid poop! It had leaked out of his diaper and onto his outfit and onto his blanket and even onto the cushion and plastic pad of his vibrating chair!
"Yow!"
As fastidiously as I could I picked Leo up by his ankles and shoulders and carried him to his changing table. I removed the nasty diaper, removed his soiled outfit, wiped him down five times, cleaned him up, put on his fresh diaper, and slipped his head and arms into his clean suit.
Finished!
Leo looked up at me, pink, cream, perfectly calm and still, and smiled.
I smiled.
Leo grinned.
I laughed.
Leo couldn't stop smiling.
I lifted him into the cradle of my arms and laid him on the living room floor while I changed the plastic trash bag in the dirty diaper dispenser. I inserted the new bag, closed and tied the full stinky bag, and dumped it into the bin behind the garage.
On the way back into the house I felt a damp spot on my tee shirt.
I looked.
"No!"
Two quarter-sized spots of liquid yellow green poop!
Baby love.
The dirty laundry is in the washer, I'm back in my chair with MacBook in my lap, and Leo lies on the floor with the hiccups.
They stop.
He quiets.
He sleeps.
I think I'll call this—
Nirvana!
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