Blood on the floor I know that the title of ths entry may get you thinking about Michael Jackson, and even if Hannes does have some pretty extraordinary moves when he gets going, he's no King of Pop. And this blog is about ... well, yeah, it's changed over the past year that I have been writing it .. but it's not about Michael Jackson, that's for sure.
When I was a kid and would hit a body part on a piece of furniture, my Dad would always grab my hand and take me to the piece of furniture to see that "nothing had happened to it" as if he had cared more for a chair than my chin. I actually did the same thing with Hannes two days ago, when he hit his head on a door here. It was still funny to me.
But, speaking of hitting stuff, I think I wrote pretty soon after Hannes was born something about what it might feel like to see Hannes bleed for the first time.
Now I know.
Hannes was minding his own business on the kitchen floor yesterday when he fell from the carpet and and just fell flat on his face into the floor. That was definitely a slo-mo shot if we were in a movie. Both Jessica and I saw him fall and I managed to do was lean forward and take my hands to my temples. Jessi leaped over to Hannes and picked him up from the floor.
And there it was, that first drop of blood, in the corner of his mouth, right next to one of his shiny-white new teeth. Hannes had probably forgot about it ten minutes later, but his swollen upper lip reminded me of our son's little accident all day.
Hannezzzz One of things I am still pretty confused with is how small children, babies, sleep. More importantly, why don't they want to sleep? Why fight against sleeping when it is obvious that they are tired and need to sleep.
Í have heard the theory about babies being worried about losing their Mom and Dad, that they won't be there when they wake up, but even if I believed in that one, I still think it's fascinating how the mind rules over the body. "Yeah, I'm tired, and I kinda know that sleeping would help, but I'll be damned if I fell a sleep, cuz Mom and Dad may disappear." Aren't they never worried that their tired crankiness would drive the parents away? Heh, no.
Hannes definitely doesn't wanna sleep (well, to be honest, I don't either...) and he can fight it off pretty long. And then he can just pass out. While catching his breath, and getting ready for another rebel yell, he falls asleep.
My father's grandson Hannes has been on the move all summer. In at least two ways. First, he has really learned to take himself to places on his own, and second, we have been traveling between and in Sweden and Finland quite a but.
We're currently at his grandpa's. My Dad's place, that is. I just love watching my father play with and hold my son.
My grandfather, my father's father, died when I was four, so I never really got to know him, which is a shame. Fortunately, Hannes gets a chance to get to know his grandfather.
My Dad calls Hannes (this would be the English translation) "Guy" all the time. Some times it's "Big Guy." Then, at times, he just looks at Hannes and says, "Hannes!"
Right now, they're in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Big Guy and, well, Big Guy.
All four Hannes It's official - I AM the funniest man in the world. I mean, it doesn't take that much to make Hannes smile or even laugh a little, but it's not that easy to make him laugh out loud. Loud.
Like I've said before, there's no telling in advance what Hannes think is funny. And the things that are funny today, can really be so not funny tomorrow. It's a challenge that keeps me on my toes, but the reward is also that much better. There is nothing better than hearing Hannes laugh his high-pitch giggle.
Anyway, I had no idea he would think it was going to be funny when I dove on to the floor and started crawling like him. I would go forward and backwards, and Hannes lied on the floor, oozing happiness with his entire body, slapping the floor and laughing. And I laughed and slid on the floor, and Hannes laughed. Jessica stood behind me and looked like she was gonna cry. But she laughed. And Hannes and I laughed and slid on the floor. It was great.
Good morning Too bad I don't have any photos of Hannes's two teeth, because they're really cute. Only 18 to go, this time around, I read somewhere. We can already see four (!) new ones coming through up there.
That also means that Hannes has a little trouble sleeping, I guess his gums are itching like crazy. I got up at 4 a.m. this morning and we watched a James Bond ("From Russia with Love") together. It reminded me of the first weeks after Hannes was born, when I sat by the kitchen table, holding him, and surfing the net.
