Tuesday, January 15, 2002
This is it. After more than 120 articles and 25 weeks, CUTEST ANTICHRIST (that would be me) TAKES A BREAK... After all, I'm 8,5 months old now, and after all this time, my knowledge on webdesign has of course multiplied, and because of this the current site feels more and more like a restriction to me. I've plenty of good ideas that I'd like to implement, but the current structure simply doesn't let me. At the same time, I try to feed the site with fresh articles, so that I cannot focus on design enhancements, even if I want to.
That's why I decided to stop writing for a couple of weeks, so that I can spend all energy (or the one that is left after playing, stepping, crawling and hurting Grownups) in a brand new layout with plenty of new features. I really hope I can build what I have in mind. If so, you, the reader, will be very happy and forget real fast you've missed me for a couple of weeks.
As I write these words, it's with pain in my heart, because I know some of you come visit the site very regularly. I decided to take a break, but meantime my little fingers fight against it. Very strange. But it's something I have to do...
I know you won't come back every day, so if you leave your e-mail address here, I'll let you know as soon as the new site is thrown on the internet. You can also add some encouraging words, if you want to. It's also possible my fingers get too itchy, so it's possible I post one or more little articles in the meantime. I'll also warn you in this occasion...
Many thanks to all the regular visitors, you were the reason why I keep writing...
My little niece Yaris
I have a little niece I didn't really mention until now. Not that she's not cute or something, but it's all stuff about me you want, isn't it?
The good thing about having a niece of more or less the same age, is that you have a buddy to play with whenever Grownups have one of those family reunion parties. Better being in a box with her, than constantly being on somebody's lap... (you're cute, so everybody wants to hold you for a while, and most of the times they pay attention to you the first three minutes; after that they start chatting to eachother and there you are, sitting on their laps, and nobody really notices you until you grab something from the table).
The bad thing about having a niece, is that you're compared to her all the time. Especially on these parties I just mentioned. Luckily enough the results of this comparison turn out to be rather positive for me. Sadly enough for her though... her parents get headaches of it. But as you will see, it's all a matter of how you look at things.
From a Grownup's point of view I crawl around, stand up, step-step; I'm very kinetic and grab everything I can, while Little Niece just sits there on her butt, is unable to stand up yet, sleeps a lot, plays much calmer with her toys and can sit on your lap all day long.
Her parents are a bit jealous of this, but you will see it should be the other way round: Little Niece sleeps during the night (and I mean really sleeps), you don't have to be around all the time to prevent her from harming herself: you can put her in the middle of the living room and that's where she stays until she got bored of it, and you can have her on your lap for hours without having to fight to keep her calm and prevent her from grabbing whatever is close to you.
Moreover, I think mobility of a baby is higly overrated. In the end, as Grownups, most of us can actually walk around. Except for my dad, a chronic butt sitter.
Monday, January 14, 2002
Tired of crawling on the floor? Bored of standing in your box like a statue? You want another way of moving around? Walk around like your parents! It's easy, the only ingredient you need is 1 Grownup to support you. It goes like this: each hand holds a finger of the Grownup, arms all wide, you stretch your leggies and move them to the front one at the time.
The final goal is to move them rhythmically to the front in a straight line. For now, it's alright to fling your leggies in any direction (a bit to the left, right, oblique, to the back,...) so that the average motion is to the front. If your parents are dumb, they'll encourage you by yelling "Step step step..." as if you don't know what to do yet (you see this every day, even Grownups are able to walk this way, so...)
I donnow how other kiddies do this, but I'm more than enthousiastic about it: I throw my leggies in the air like the soldiers in those military parades you often see on teevee, my face all shiny of excitement. They also tried rolling a ball in front of me, makes me throw my leggies even higher (one day I'll kick myself in the face).
So, little ones, if you wanna be part of the Big World and see it from a higher perspective: lift your butt and step 'till you drop.
Tuesday, January 08, 2002
Did you notice how often Grownups use the same words? Over these many many years it takes to become a Grownup, they should have developed a vocabularium of about, let's say, 20 000 words? That would be a lot of babys you need for that, considering I've only 10 fingers. Surprisingly enough, it seems you only need to know about 15 essential words to survive.
Take f.e. the word No. I haven't got a clue what it means, but I like the sound of it. It's short and powerful, it's loud, it repeats like a guitar riff, it's pure rock (for an antichrist mind). Mom and dad use it very often lately. They must know I like it a lot, and they tend to use it to encourage me, I guess. Some situations they use(d) it:
- Every time I saw the glittering christmas tree, it made me weak, made me wanna grab it and hug it and pull some twinkling thingies out of it. So when I was about to touch it, mom encouraged me with some loud Feyo, NO! screaming. Interpreted by your guiding star as Way to go, Feyo!
- Electric wiring is fascinating! Amazing the way those wires look and feel. They fit exactly in a baby hand ("Feyo, NO!") and due to their horizontal orientation, it's easy to put them in my mouth ("I said NO, Feyo!" - way to go)
- Desk chairs are awesome! They're the perfect way to learn to stand up, especially those wheels underneath make it a much tougher stand up exercise to become one of the best Standuppers ("Nooo, Feyo, NOOO!")
I know I judge my parents to hard sometimes, but they're always there to support me and to encourage me when I'm exploring this whole new world.
Monday, January 07, 2002
The Big Bed
Often you read about how much I like The Big Bed. More often I'm trying to get into The Big Bed by crying-until-they-let-me-in. Very difficult for Grownups to judge these days if there's a real problem (like the family Teeth that is breeding, or bacterium thingies giving me a hard time, a freshly filled, warm diper or my tummy fighting to get out) or an attitude problem (if you cry long enough, Grownup tend to believe you have a real problem, because they're naive enough to believe in the innocence of an 8 month old guy *grin*).
Sadly enough, my trick doesn't work any longer. Very seldomly, I seem to get into The Big Bed nowadays. Most often this is so, when I'm awake early in weekend, and M&D hear my funny, irresistible noises. Then they pick me and release me in The Big Bed. If you didn't know yet: the place to be for a party! Here's what you can do in it:
- Just lay down lazy between the ones that love you most, alternately looking to the left and to the right, so they can admire you one at a time.
- Crawl all over your parents, they make a nice surface to cross. Your sleeping bag can give some problems here...
- Let yourself cover/uncover by a sheet, feel the air it produces and enjoy the show/hide-parents experience.