Things My Newborn Niece Likes to Look At

watching a newborn smile at bright lights is the most hilarious thing ever, like a moth to a flame

Oh my yes! My newborn nephew was obsessed with the corner of a mirror frame–he’d just stare at it and make these faces like he was responding to some sort of conversation–we half-joked he was talking to an angel or something. Who knew it was a thing?

Ha this made laugh. I remember excitedly showing our baby an ELEPHANT getting a bath. I was thrilled that they were thrilled! So full of wonder and joy… until I followed their line of sight right to the ceiling fan high above its head. lol.

Omg YES to the fans! We also named ours when our son was little: Wendy, Blendy, and Ariel.

For my oldest, the most enthralling random thing was driving through a tunnel. He could be in the middle of the most serious car-induced screaming fit, but if we drove through a tunnel he’d instantly go silent and his eyes grew wider than I would’ve thought possible. We were always grateful for those tunnels.

And blinds! And striped shirts!

When my older daughter was a newborn, I took a series of photos of her staring at our ceiling fan. We used to joke it was her best friend.

My son used to have deep conversations with the overhead light. I loved it so much – he would just “oooo. oh. ahhhh” away at it.

You left out window trim. Hot stuff for newborns.

spot on!

We always joked we had a ghost that only our twin girls could see because as newborns they would just stare into corners at nothing sometimes. Now at 18 months they love to wave and say “bye” to the empty room as they crawl up the stairs with us to go to bed. Apparently the ghost is still at it.

I love this! When my firstborn was about a year old, he was learning baby sign language, so we taught him the sign for “fan.” He used the sign to ask us to turn on the ceiling fan All The Time!

My son had his first huge meltdown when he saw a spinning ceiling fan for the first time in his life. He was 6 months old and I was putting him to bed on our first night staying with my parents. He had never seen a ceiling fan before, and noticing the long, black blades whirring in the semi-darkness above his head as he was drifting off to sleep must have terrified him. Probably felt like a huge bird of prey coming to get him. He cried inconsolably for a full hour.

He is now 7.5 months old; we are still staying with my parents and have not been using the ceiling fans despite the heat. He is getting used to them gradually. Sometimes the wind spins them gently and he doesn’t seem to mind but when we tried to turn one on and it went faster, my son got a bit alarmed, so we had to end that experiment.

My newborn loved shadows which freaked us out! do you baby, do you!

Haha, this took me right back to those newborn days when all the ceiling fans in our apartment had names (Stan, Dan, and Fran) because they were such an enthralling part of our lives!