Things Elliot Stares At: Fish

My sister Claudia saved boxfuls of clothes and toys from when her son Jack was a baby. When I was pregnant, she was sweet enough to sift through them all for me. And because I was new to the whole mothering situation, I trusted her advice as to what was key and what was not.

(Elliot has been loving this fish mobile since he was a month old. He abhors the pram and the pacifier.)

One of which was a fish mobile---Just a few brightly colored fish hanging from a few pieces of string. It didn't go with my color scheme and I kind of hate cartoon-y things.* Also it didn't "do" anything.

She insisted, saying, "Trust me. Jack LOVED it."

So of course I trusted her.  And Elliot loves it, too. 

(This is from back in the olden days, too. And, no I don't know why he's only wearing one glove.  He's never even heard of Michael Jackson.)

He hates the pram where it has been hanging, so he hasn't had a good visit with the fish in several weeks. But these days he's been rolling over and wiggling about, so we decided to hang it over his changing table---everyone involved would benefit from the distraction. 

 

The first time I put him underneath it, it was like Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy had all stopped by.  He laughed and cooed and talked to it.  And other than a little wiggling, he was calm while the business was happening.  And it's been that way, every single time we make a visit to the table since.

So yesterday, after we were done and he was settled into a safer place, I peeked underneath and understood.  

Awesome. 

*This was back when I really really cared about things like that. I still hate cartoons, though.