The little alien has a name : Cool dude

Ok . not literally 'cool dude' .

We named our boy 'Nischal' . In Sanskrit, it means one who is calm, unruffled. So, one could paraphrase it to 'cool dude'. :)

Right now the parents aren't enlightened enough to understand the pearls of wisdom from the dude.

When he's hungry he hunts around with an open mouth for his mom. His parents fondly call that the 'jaws' move. He does that when he's not hungry too to ensure she's within reach. For reasons unknown she gets a little upset when he does that at night every couple of hours.

His working hours are fixed to Pacific Standard Time. His parents just don't get it, and are stupidly talking to everybody about how he doesn't sleep at night. But true to his name, he's cool about it. He knows he can eventually train them.

He's also into sports, his dad thinks. Not sure if its shooting or archery. Every diaper change, he aims at his dad. And he is sure a determined chap - totally unfazed about missing so far. He does have some minor successes - eg. his grandpa who's a little slow at jumping out of the way.
One can't blame Nischal's skills though - given the parents' infernal practice of using diapers, he doesn't really get enough opportunities to practice.

Once in a while when his zombie parents look like they're going over the top, he flashes them a quick smile - and they're all happy and glowing . "Too easy" he thinks and hopes that life ahead is a little more challenging than these pushovers.

He's now gone through the ceremony of being officially put into the cradle. Not fooled by all that drama, he still prefers his parents arms. He's a little annoyed that he has to keep asserting this often.

Chugging milk has also built up his vocal chords a bit. His parents' response time has gotten better owing to this. Being the kind and understanding soul he is, he readily accepts their failings and is willing to work on them and better them.