I’m sure all babies have their unusual little foibles, but Dylan doesn’t half have some strange habits. To start with, there are the ones that I imagine are familiar to many parents.
These include his penchant for trying to rip my face off. And marauding away in a state of semi-undress while we’re changing his nappy. But there are a couple of others that he indulges in that I’ve been meaning to write about for a while.
The most unbabylike – is that a word? It is now! – is when he stretches his legs out in front of him with his feet crossed. He does this everywhere – when he’s sat on the floor playing, while he’s in his high chair and even when he’s fast asleep.
We’re not sure whether he’s got this via the old ‘monkey see, monkey do’ principle, as both Kate and I sit like that at times, or if he just feels comfortable like that.
It’s funniest when he’s holding a book at the same time. It makes him look very intellectual! On a similar note, he often gives us the same dismissive look that Jeremy Paxman may give someone if they asked him who he wanted to win Britain’s Got Talent.
Then there’s bedtime. For the most part, he’s a good lad and will usually settle down fairly quickly. But not without a dummy. Well, two dummies, to be specific.
We were reluctant to use them at first but after weighing up the pros and cons and seeing a vitriolic, Daily Mail-style anti-dummy poster on display at the local children’s centre, we decided they would be a good idea.
And, as far as Dylan is concerned, they have proved to be just that. ‘Dummy’ therefore strikes me as something of a misnomer. ‘Pacifier’ as they’re known in America seems much more apt, albeit a little clinical.
So anyway, Dylan won’t go to sleep without one in his mouth and another in his hand. We started by putting a spare in his cot for when he inevitably drops one.
This happens when he does the classic infant’s impression of a prisoner running a cup along the bars. An effect that was only added to when he had a striped sleepsuit – but he soon cottoned on to this and it’s now part of his routine.
After his milk, he is given the dummies. The first goes straight in his mouth, only to be immediately replaced by the second. He then swaps them over another three or four times before he’ll allow me to put him down for the night.
This is followed by him crawling around in a circle in the same way a cat does before finally curling up for the night. Funny baby!
Over to you good people now. What strange habits do your little ones have?