Today’s moments
- Noah rejected the rice cracker and waited expectantly for me to hand him one of my wheat ones. (He isn’t technically eating wheat yet, but he got one the other day because I’d spilled them… they also had sesame seeds and I was all freaked out that he might have an anaphylactic reaction to them and - nope, it all went down fine.) I didn’t, because of the sesame seeds, hand him one. And he threw a fit, crying and holding his hand up in utter disbelief that I would not hand one over. My god. He’s only 11 months old (tomorrow). Can he really be doing this already? And does this mean he’s going to be an asshole sending plates back at restaurants?
- (scatological) He also has discovered his penis, and his own poo. He likes to play with both. I suppose you’re not really allowed to install little baby handcuffs on the change table. Even if Lynn would find that amusing.
- As if that weren’t enough, he found Moo, Baa, La la la again. I had not precisely hidden it, I just put it in the midst of camoflage books. I read it to him eight times. In a row. Each time I put it down he cried. I have no idea what he absorbs from it, but it was a little scary that he seems to already have book obsessions. Today, Moo, Baa, La la la. Tomorrow it’s going to be canon cop arguments on PernMUSH!
(Okay my twisted brain is now making up fan arguments for Moo, Baa, La la la. “Not everyone can be a singing pig! That’s why the page after ‘three singing pigs say la la la’ says ‘No, no! you say. That isn’t right. The pigs say oink all day and night!’ You have to be a FEATURE to be a singing pig! Don’t be a Mary Sue!” Err, what the fuck ever.)
(Scarily I now have the whole book memorized.)
- At the pool Noah stuck his face in the water. Again and again. No matter what I did, he leaned over/twisted/whatever until his face was in the water. Sadly, he does not have the idea of closing his mouth or say, not breathing. I thought if he choked once he would stop, but no such luck (does this make him a slow learner?) I am not amused. The deal was that his head and face would stay out of the water so he won’t get the chlorine-induced asthma or whatever. And yet it was put his face in the water, or pitch a fit. Our instruction thought he was being prodigious, but I told her he was just being obsessive today. And finally I left a little early.
- He put both hands on my cheeks today and said, “ma BA BA ma.” I translate this as “Mum, I’m being a badass, but it’s your genes at fault.” Well, okay then.
Still not the hardest job.
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ii giggle again because connor did this too. i hated diaper canges if he was poopy i got very adept at one handed changes as i was having to use my other hand to fight the fight. oy. when he learned about pools he would just jump in. his dad was watching him as i was on the other end of the pool and there he goes. got pulled out by his ankle, coughing and sputtering and laughing and a minute later he did it again.
kids are nuts.
Jamie has not yet discovered his poo, but he is rapidly becoming very good friends with “Mr. Winky.” And Mr. Winky is responding. This is not something I’m prepared to deal with during 6:00am diaper changes…
He also had his first experience with the pool last Saturday. Loved it. Greatest thing EVER. Then he had to learn that no, putting one’s face in the water is not the same as, say, putting one’s face on a pillow. Sputter sputter, look of righteous indignation the entire time. Then he was happy again, crowing and kicking, so I guess the pool was forgiven.
Kids ARE nuts. Let me know how those baby handcuffs work out for you. ;-)