Baby: September 2005 Archives

Anne is growing up really fast. In the last few days she learned how to sit up unassisted. It’s an amazing sight - her sitting on this huge expanse of a bed, looking so intently before deciding which toy to reach for and pick up. She also discovered that hitting her rattle hard on the ground makes a much louder sound than simply shaking it. Parts of her legs are often unintentional striking points, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

Yesterday, I came out of the shower to see her smiling at me. I cracked a few jokes and she laughed. I’m going to exercise a little more faith and say that she understood (rather than she seemed to understand) what I was saying, and her laughter reaffirms what I always knew: that I should work on my material and be a stand-up comedian down at the bar where they allow bartop dancing. To heck with this web / information design nonsense.

Thank you for your many offers of clothing and stationery (gonna spell it wright this time). For those of you who asked,

• Adult-sized clothes are ok. They don’t have to be kid’s size.
• The stationary they need are pencils, scissors, mostly art and craft stuff.
• We plan to head up to Myanmar at the end of November, but there’s an advanced party who can take a load of supplies up, and they’re leaving mid-October.

Most of all, I think we need your prayers. Things aren’t shaping up the way we hoped, with obstacles preventing many of us from going.

His will be done.

Anne’s now 5 months old. Faith and I are struck by the realisation that people can indeed want a second child.

My parents finally took a swipe at Anne’s hair.

I don’t know if it’s an asian or chinese thing, but everyone (down to the casual bystander) has told us that we ought to shave Anne’s head bald to have her hair grow better. I couldn’t bear to see my daughter bald, even though her hair was uneven in places and growing in clumps. Plus, I like the smell of her head too much to rub brandy or stout, which some swear will give babies a full head of lustrous hair.

So with half a day off for Teachers’ Day, Mum decided to trim Anne’s hair. She was looking around for her pair of scissors and Dad got terribly confused because he thought she was trying to cut Anne’s fingernails. He couldn’t understand why Mum was busting out the gigantic scissors and laying newspaper on the bathroom floor. It was only when Mum took out the comb that he realised they were talking about different things all along.

The trim went fine. Now for her fingernails…again.