He's got no skills!

It wasn’t long ago, I was thinking how utterly helpless our child is. Even a baby Bandicoot, which is born virtually legless, can manage crawling to its mom’s teet in order to get the goods. In comparison, human babies got no skills. Seriously, if we just left Killian at home for like a day…he would just lay there and do nothing. Well, not nothing, I mean he’d look around…probably coo a bit at a painting on the wall (he does that, he talks to paintings) but other than that- useless. He’s got no survival skills. It’s a good thing he’s not a zookeeper. He’d be tiger food faster than you can say, “OH-NO MY BABY!” But how quickly things are changing. This past week our little man reached up wit his clammy little mitt, and deliberately stuffed it in his mouth. Finally, he has come to understand that he has access to his own hands and feet, and can suck on these appendages as opposed to Natalie’s or my own. Oh the joy and comfort this brings him. Killian again impressed us as well as melted Natalie’s heart when he reached out and pet my face early one morning. Oh how we marveled at his genius. Then Natalie proceeded to show me a game that she and Killian now play where she gives a series of clicks with her mouth then moves in for a big kiss on his face. Like Pavlov’s dog, Killian opens his mouth wide anticipating his mom’s lovin,’ he then smiles wildly with giddiness. The boy also seems to have grown as interested in staring at us as we are of staring at him- so we often find ourselves sitting around staring at each other cooing and ga-ga-ing and giggling at how fascinating we find each other. Sure we probably look like a bunch of idiots, but we’re a match made in heaven. Now I know that none of the things I’ve just described would count as survival skills per se, but I also happen to know that the Bandicoots only live for about three years, so how’s that for skills?