Carver picked up a new game this week. We play it nearly every time he is eating a meal, and it goes something like this:
Carver will tell me he’s going to punch me in the face, and hold out his fist until I lean forward. He gently touches his fist to my cheek, and I act like I was knocked about a foot back. Carver chuckles and innocently queries, “What happened, Dad?” Sadly, I tell him of how “Somebody punched me in the face!” Carver, through a wide grin, says, “Oh, poor Daddy. I will get you a ambaid [BandAid] from the bathroom.” He then pauses a moment and hums while he pretends to walk into the bathroom from his chair. He then mimics putting the bandage on my cheek and says, “There, Daddy. Now you all better,” to which I display my relief. After all of this, Carver says, “Okay Daddy, now you punch me in the face.” We do this back and forth until I can manage to change his focus.
We’ve had a decent week as far as sleep goes. Hakan has been going around 6 hours between feedings at night, and his tummy is apparently much happier because his fussiness has waned considerably. He’s also smiling like a champ. When we can make eye contact, and he’s in a good mood, there’s a high chance that he’ll light up like the Pillsbury Doughboy. That’s helped him to make better friends with Carver, who is beginning to show more interest in his newest sibling. They are sure to become partners in crime in no time.