Week 10
There are obvious benefits inherent in the ability to communicate effectively verbally, such as having it understood that sometimes my cry is to alert my caretakers that the tag on my dress is bothering me, and not to indicate hunger. However, I find there are some things, emotions particularly, for which the English language is woefully inadequate. Anger, discomfort, confusion, delight, wonder and surprise are all so much more easily expressed with what I will refer to as The Full-Body Language. In this language, no words are necessary and indeed fall far short of the efficacy with which one may communicate one’s feelings through the use of the whole body. Thus, a simple smile is conveyed not merely facially, but even the smallest of my fingers and toes are exercised in the display of delight,every fiber of my tiny being wills itself to be understood and there is no confusion as to my meaning in these instances. The rapture with which this particular expression is met provides absolutely no inducement to learn a single English word; there can be no purer form of communication than that which I share with my mother in that moment. Except for the inconveniences mentioned previously, I should never wish to lose this language.
We still have not reached an amicable agreement on the issue of baths. She bathed me the other day and I must say the beginning was shocking,(liquid over one’s entire body is always surprising) but not too unpleasant. It wasn’t until she started washing my hair that I really had to complain. At last, it was all over, and she had the audacity to “comfort” me as she wrapped me in the warm towel by declaring, “See? That wasn’t so bad! Now we’ll get you all dry!” Nevermind that I was already dry and quite comfortable before the bath.
A few recent pictures:
2 Months old! (My brothers think I can play with toys already...)
You can see which implement for comfort I prefer....
My newest cousin, Moses, and I. Maybe next time he'll be awake and we can actually, you know, interact.
My brother Giosué and I in the same suit. Mama thinks we look alike and dressed me in a boys outfit (!) to see if you agreed. What do you think?
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