Two things got me to thinking today. First off, I’m finishing up a painting I started in Africa. There is an African Mama in it.
Secondly, Siegfried has screamed to the point of barfing today. Twice. It hasn’t been a good day.
This is nothing new. He has been screaming since day one. He came out sneezing and decided that wasn’t working for him and so he tried screaming instead. He really hasn’t stopped.
He never just DRIFTED to sleep. Do babies really do that??? He would scream bloody murder for about 3 hours and then just pass out.
I can’t believe we survived all alone out there on that Strawberry Farm.
A couple of months after he was born, Cathy came in an attempt to save me from one week of tears. My own tears.
We decided to venture out in public for a change. I can’t stand it when babies (especially my own) flip out in a busy establishment. But it makes The Dark Knight’s head explode.
So we went into Kalk Bay with some trepidation. It wasn’t that bad really. Siegfried flipped a couple of times but for the most part he was alright.
I tried to find one picture of Kalk Bay that sums up its beauty, but I couldn’t find one. So I chose a few.
Its a tiny village that goes straight up the mountain. The sidewalks are steep stairs. The alleys are packed with shops.
We were in one of these shops (a huge one) and Siggy started flipping his gourd. So I went outside and hung out in the alley with him.
This big grandma started waddling up the alley towards me.
She was so cute. She had her eyes on the screamer.
She asked me to fork him over.
I sized her up and figured I could take her if she made any sudden moves.
She took him and began her own version of grandma-comfort.
His crying died down a little in the unfamiliar territory.
And then she started with the bouncing.
Like his head was a ball and her bosom was a giant, squishy ping-pong paddle.
Maybe this is the thing he needs! A big ‘ole African nanny….
She handed him back to me and walked off. Darn.
PS- Sorry you get an obnoxious load of photos when I “write” about Africa. I blogged almost every day that I was there but when I came back my blog was transferred to another server and I lost the entire thing. 3 years worth of stories and pictures. Breaks my heart.
PPS-8 o’clock is when the midgets go to bed……