The baby...I don't talk solely about him very much, do I? I suppose I should start blogging more about him. Frankly, he's a great baby, an excellent sleeper and quite alert to things going on around him. But since he is a baby, we have him in a funky little room right off of our room.
On a slight tangent I need to talk about African architecture. It never ceases to amaze me how bizarre some African buildings are. In our home, which Papi jokingly refers to as "the house with no right angles", there is the master bedroom which leads into a smaller room and then into the master bathroom. The only way I know it's the master bathroom is because it has a bidet, otherwise it's almost like Gusi's bathroom. Anyway, that smaller room between our room and the bathroom is where the baby is. Is it a changing room? A walk-in closet? A storage room? I'm not sure what it was intended for since it has no closets, no rods or poles to hang things on. It only has a water heater in the top corner of the room. That's it. Yet, it's big enough to put a crib, a changing table, a dresser, a diaper pail and a laundry hamper and still leave enough squeeze-through room, so I'm not sure what the purpose of the room was originally.
In any case, the water heater is more or less above the changing table for the baby and since he is really into cooing now, he coos and chats with the water heater. He is fascinated by it. He looks up and back each time I change his diaper to make sure it's still there. Then he starts cooing, kicking his feet wildly and making other cute little baby sounds. I don't get it? But he thinks it's grand, so we'll go with that.
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