Old jottings
2002 Jan
My grandson.

After much singing and cooing, petting and patting you are put to sleep accompanied perhaps with a sigh of relief that now you would sleep and let us catch up with some other chores but in no time you are up.The eyes open and look around surveying all in their visions reach. Sometimes it is just the ceiling and at other times the inside of the cap, the printed image of the teddy bear on the comforter. bemused and attracted to its eyes you keep looking at it then perhaps you are tired and yawn with your mouth wide open accompanied with a long uh-uh-uh sound. Then the long stretch, both hands move out of the blanket and are lifted above your head. Enough of being quiet now you feel uncomfortable or perhaps bored and want some entertainment or a change of scene.Little hands with their delicate fingers start playing the invisible drum and gradually your cries become louder and louder. There,there someone has to come and pick you up and soothe you and you seem alright once again looking around at the changed scenes with beady eyes. More the movement better it is unless you are hungry or wet or cold. you wont stop crying till your needs are met.

Your first visit to the doctor for the shots.
You are made to lie down on a sheet of tissue paper.It makes crackling sound and the more you move your head and legs the more the sound is till you get tired of the game and hungry too.The shot is painful and you scream, surprised.