Ahhh. Riiiight. I get it.
Lately things have been getting into a bit of a routine. This is not a bad thing, but it does make Ollie seem more like some sort of symbiote or parasite, rather than a little guy. Nappy, feed, nappy, play, sleep, nappy, feed, nappy, play, sleep. Not much to it, but not much out of it either. Nothing I couldn’t handle but not quite the happy, singing bunnies frolicking through a meadow that I had been lead to believe it would be.
And then it happened. Mum was warming a “here’s one I prepared earlier” bottle, so I grabbed Ollie off her, and did my usual “Hah-loooow” in a silly high-pitched voice. He looked at me with his “what the hell planet are you from mate?” look, but then seemed to catch himself. He hesitated, then he broke out in this huuuge grin. I’m talking whopper. There was no mistaking this for the slightly-upturned-oops-I’ve-just-filled-my-pants expression. This was a no-holds-barred, I’m having a cracker of a time, and you’re the reason why smiley face.
Finally this little pooing, eating and sleeping thing had turned into a little person. Oh yeah, I thought he was great fun before, but it’s just that everything has a new dimension now. It’s no longer “hrrm, I wonder if he’s comfortable, or bored, or hungry?” Now there is definitely one particular expression that has a meaning, and a short instant of two-way communication.
“I’m happy, and I want to tell the world about it.” You go little guy!