All About Aidric
Aidric reminds me of a surly old Japanese man, trapped in an infant's body.
Tatiana asked, "Why Japanese?"
Well, when I think of stubborn old man, set in his ways without regard to anyone, I get the mental image of an ancient Japanese man. That's just what pops into my head when observing the moods and attitudes of my newborn son.
Looking at Aidric, Tatiana and I aren't sure where he gets his big lips from—perhaps a recessive gene (that my brother proudly sports), or too many "sexy lips" showings to Tatiana while Aidric was still in the womb (many Peruvians believe you shouldn't look at ugly things or people while pregnant, least the child comes out looking that way). He also seems to sport my brother's hairline.
The family has started calling him my little clone, as Aidric appears to have none of Tatiana's traits (save for his mother's ferocious appetite and …ahem… temperament).
This is what I know about Aidric, after about a week of getting to know him:
- He hates to have his hands and arms bound
- He loves to sleep on Tatiana's chest
- He hates wearing hats and mittens
- He likes getting sponge baths
- He doesn't care when he has the hiccups (which is often)
- He's got a strong neck (that's already allowing him to manipulate his head freely)
- He hates ribbon ties on his clothes
- He loves his zebra (formally a Christmas gift to me). I read that newborns like high-contrast black and white and red objects over colors at this age, and it seems to be quite true.
- He obviously tries to aim at you before urinating during a diaper change (little punk)
- He doesn't like having his head touched (how Asian)
- He's already smiling (when he's not crying)
Watching Aidric sleep one day, Tatiana asked what I thought he was dreaming about.
"The same thing he'll be dreaming about again in few years," I replied, "…big boobs."