Banker!

We’ve been very lucky to have a baby boy who’s so easy to look after. He eats well, is able to play by him­self, and sleeps mostly to a sched­ule, and when we’re eat­ing out, he’s able to sit at the table for up to an hour — enough for us to fin­ish our meal with­out fuss.

Because Naomi is the one that does the details, we have a log of Kai’s daily doings like wak­ing and sleep­ing times, eat­ing and excret­ing times — although I’m sure there are other par­ents like us, with com­put­erised logs that offer an instant audit if so required.

We also have a live-feed list of Kai’s voca­blurry, which cur­rently includes such food related words as “eat”, “pasta”, “chicken”, “bread”, “apple” and “hot” and “cold”. That’s about the same as an SQ stew­ardess’ oper­at­ing vocab­u­lary at cruis­ing alti­tude — because at take-offs and land­ings they have to learn to read other com­pli­cated things from a card.

A friend tells us to be very care­ful what we say in front of Kai from now on, as they’re at the “stor­age of infor­ma­tion” stage. Her 18 month old daugh­ter shocked her last month by par­rot­ing a rude word she heard her father say.

So we are now at the next stage of par­ent­ing where we have to start spelling things out. Or pre­tend we said some­thing else.

“Banker! Papa said Banker!“