Thursday, September 29, 2011

Sherlock & Darian

A lot of people have been asking me how the cat is getting along with the baby.

He mostly ignored Darian when we first brought him home. As far as he was concerned, Darian was just a noisemaker who woke him up from his naps. Sometimes he'd even get up, give Darian this "What the heck?" look, and walk off in a huff.

Lately, Sherlock seems to have accepted that Darian is part of the family. He sidles up to us when Darian is nursing and sniffs him, or nuzzles up to his feet. When visitors come to our house, Sherlock keeps a close eye on them as they hold Darian.

Sherlock never showed any interest in the nursery chair before Darian was born or immediately after, but it's now his favourite spot. I guess he thinks the party is at Darian's crib.

I hope they become great friends one day.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Mama Bear

You know how they say that it's really dangerous to get between a mama bear and her cubs?

I totally get it now.

The other day, Victor and I were taking a walk and stopped at an intersection waiting for the light to change. It turned green, and literally one second later, an impatient driver honked at the front car for not moving on the green light RIGHT AWAY. This car horn was about 10 ft away from us.

Darian woke up and started screaming. Luckily he only cried for a few seconds and drifted back to sleep.

To this day, I am STILL angry at this driver. You make my baby cry? I'm gonna get you.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


Darian is rather a high maintenance little boy. He loves to be held, and it's pretty hard to put him down and let him amuse himself so that we can get stuff done. He's recently started to become interested in his mobile and playmat, but those only work for maybe 10-15 minutes before he gets bored and starts to fuss.

This is kind of frustrating, but yesterday it occurred to me that there will come a day soon enough when he won't need or want to be held as much. There will come a day when he'll stop letting me hold his hand, and there will come a day when he leaves home.

And on those days, I will never regret that my house was dirty all those years ago. I'll only regret that I couldn't hold him more.