In the aftermath of four baby showers, it’s easy for me to see that Jack has been well cared for by friends and family. One of my favorite items of his is his pair of “vitamin socks” (featured above). Maybe they’re supposed to look like little capsules from Dr. Mario; I don’t know. But the fact that they have the word “vitamins” on the bottom of them makes them so classically random that I wouldn’t be surprised if they were designed in Taiwan. My favorite part of his vitamin socks is that we have no idea where they came from. We pull just pulled them out of his drawer one day and had them on Jack’s feet before we realized how hilarious and mysterious they are.
My parents recently bought Jack a swing, which is best for helping in to take long afternoon naps. It has these three bears that fly around in circles over him. Sometimes I feel that the things that work best for making him happy are the ones that make him feel like he’s tripping through the outer space of an alternate baby universe. It doesn’t help that as he is swinging back & forth and up & down that “Sun King” from The Beatles’ Abbey Road album is playing in the background as I speak to him in a low voice right into his ear, “Jaaaack… I am your fah-ther…” And when he’s not in his swing, it’s still so natural just to pick him up and fly him through the air like he’s Superbaby.
With some of his toys, I have been surprised at how they actually do what they are supposed to do. We regularly use a Sleep Sheep that along with music and rain sounds, also has a “whale button”. The harmonious conversations of actual whales at sea do indeed soothe Jack, even if they sort of freak me out. There’s also this star we received that displays ocean scenes on the ceiling while playing our choice of either lullabye music or makes water sounds. I never would have thought it to be the kind of toy we would actually use every single day, but it is: It works. When it’s time for him to settle down for the night, we turn on the star and Jack becomes both mesmerized and hypnotized.
Being a baby must really be a trip… I mean, what would you think if everyone talked to you in a high-pitched, slow motion voice and when you looked down at your feet, you realized they had turned into puppy dog heads?