Skanda-Purana: Adventures with my half-year old son

If you compare my head and his fingers, you'll find more hair in the latter - such is the power of an infant's grasp, mind you. As for my son, that's how he expresses his love - by tearing my hair apart.

Unlike his dad, he can come up with a spiky hairstyle, almost effortlessly - All he would have to do is wake up from his sleep.

He slips his hand under the quilt and screams his diaper-off, because he cannot find his hand again!

He proves every now and then that he's the son of two electrical engineers, by chewing the black USB-Cable of the 'logitech' web camera.

When he cannot stand his dad's histrionics any longer, he buries his face with the nearest piece of paper available.

When he is terribly hungry, if he cannot find his feeding bottle in the nearest vicinity, his mouth somehow gets hold of a nipple-like big and blunt object to suck - his father's nose.

If you notice scratches or blemishes of other sorts on my face, it means my son and I have had intimate moments together. 

Having read that babies love their parents' body-warmth, everyday I rock my son frantically for thirty minutes, trying to put him to sleep. The body-warmth thing does work - only for adults - eventually, I fall asleep and he's still wide awake, as fresh as ever.

He isn't a daddy-craving kid. He is happy with the soft-toy-souvenir that his uncle once brought from North Carolina - a whitish brown orangutan.

He is one of a kind kid, in the sense that he hates sucking his own thumb. Don't get me wrong, I just meant to say, he likes his index-finger better.

Apart from the above, the 'thirukkural' sized infant has other funny quirks, for which I don't have a pictorical proof....    

He amuses himself by kissing and licking his own shadow on the carpet.

He tightly clasps his silver spoon and thrusts it straight into his throat, holding his grasp for several minutes, thinking that the food will keep flowing in, just like how it does via a feeding bottle.

He laughs hysterically when his dad shreds the New York Times into hundred pieces, just to disport him.

When it comes to dressing, he has no preferences. I could even sock him up with my wife's pink i-pod sleeve.

He is extremely well-mannered. If you attempt to shake hands with him while he's lying on his back, he'll extend his leg. 

The Murphy's law always works - he waits patiently till I unfasten the soiled diaper from his bottom. After am fully done with the cleaning, he pees in peace, right onto my face.

Photo Courtesy: Thanks to R A V E, my wife, for the pics!