ceiling fans

Dylan,

You've spent a lot of your lifetime in reclined or supine positions, which may or may not be a factor in your fascination with ceiling fans. We have two ceiling fans at home, one in our bedroom and one in yours. They have served to distract and/or occupy your attention a good number of times. Sometimes I'll even reach up and spin one with my hand just to give you something to look at while I change your diaper (in your room) or dress you after your bath (in ours).

The fans have never been more useful than lately. See, you're getting bigger. And more mobile. And you've been really putting those facts on display when I get you dressed for bed. You incessantly and insistently try to push my hands out of the way and roll over (99% of the time it's to your right) before I can get you diapered, and if you manage to get around you either want to romp around the bed or climbing up to my shoulder like I'm some sort of escape route to The Boob that awaits. Tonight you grabbed on, stood up, laid your head on my shoulder...and just waited.

This is where the fan comes in. By this point the last thing you want is to spend more time on your back getting pushed, prodded, and snapped, but if I can just get you to notice the fan (which Mommy left running just in case I needed it) you'll forget about all your worries and I can get my job done. Tonight, in fact, it worked so well that it completely reset your mood and I was able to get a few laughs out of you before Mom wisely called out "I don't think you want to be getting him all worked-up right now..."