I’ve been meaning to mention that last week we heard Tovia give us a real good cry for the first time.
I should say that Tovia is the sort of baby that does a lot of grunting and squeaking and twisting and turning and frowning when things aren’t quite like she would prefer. She’s fairly subtle like that. Her usual pattern is to do this grunting-squeaking-twisting-frowning for a while and finally, when she is all fed up with our neglegence, she lays down the law with one, short-lived cry. It lasts for all of two seconds and then she goes back to the squeaking and grunting thing. Her “cry” is like the bell sound at the end of a boxing round; it’s the last straw, the final call.
Ok, but what I was leading up to say is that Tovia had her first shots last week, and that was a bit painful and she came home and had her first real good cry. This lasted for all of two minute (maybe). Of course her mom and I were trying our best to make her comfortable and soothe her, but her older brother and sister (our resident natives) came rushing into the room and burst out laughing.
They had never heard Tovia really cry before, and all of a sudden they realized she was a real baby and she was crying and this was apparently quite hilarious.
Ever since, whenever Tovia lets out one of her little cries, both brother and sister giggle and chuckle. Tovia is a real baby. She cries.