I’d love to know what the science is behind a baby’s personality. I haven’t got time to skip off to Uni and study psychology, but I’m eager to learn what decides whether your precious bundle of sniffable-cuteness is going to develop into a sit back, chill, absorb the word with your eyes, Snoop Dogg style bubba or a mini Road Runner meets Usain Bolt.
You see, it appears we have the later and I’m curious to know if it’s nature or nurture?
By default, we have lively off spring so this is nothing new, but I clearly remember wheeling our freshly cooked Baby R down the corridor, in his goldfish bowl crib and onto the ward. Watching him take in his new surroundings and thinking, phew this ones a Snoop Dogg. There were no cries of ‘where the flippin hell am I, take me back I’m scared” moments at all. He just lay there, eyes wide open, chillaxing while I stared back in awe at my latest creation and listened to the other babies’ panic stricken cries. Gloating.
Turns out I was wrong though, In fact I couldn’t have been more wrong if I tried. As soon as our little smiler found he could get from A to B, or more precisely dog bowl to toilet, he was off. With the blink of an eye our Snoop Dogg dusted down his trainers and was off!
Along with a desire to touch & explore everything, we soon discovered our little Road Runner had an appetite for destruction so intense that most of my day is spent exercising some serious damage limitation. I know his intention isn’t to damage or destroy everything in his path but the reality of life with an inquisitive toddler is that things will be trashed, through no fault of their own.
Don’t get me wrong, I love that he’s eager to fill up his neo cortex with as much information as he can, grabbing at life with both hands, and I’m amazed at how he will spend 10 minutes playing with the gate latch, working out how it opens and closes and sticking 2 fingers up at our desperate attempts at home safety.
It’s just bloody hard keeping one step ahead of him!
So fellow owners of a Usain, I hear you! Let’s gather in our smiles (and tears) and relish at the little Tasmainian Devils we’ve produce.
Then rejoice in appreciation of the play pen!