Tickled Pink

So our adorable little son has found a new way to vocalize. It's so cute, he now makes little 'ma-ma-mama' and 'da-dadad-da-da' sounds. Adorable We talk back to him, and haave mini conversations in his new little babble language. What concerns me, however, is that what starts out as a cute little 'mamamama' conversation, quickly degenerates when i talk back to him, into 'blah blah blah blah'. I swear. I'm not making this up, folks. Eight and a half months old, and he's already sick of everything I have to say. I'm boring. Old news. He's been there, done that, puked on the t-shirt. (and my mouth, see this post)

I'm pretty bummed, because I really thought we could at the very least make it to the early teenage years before he would decide that nothing i say has any value or importance. Well, what can I say? he's advanced...

Posted by Me at 9:25 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Really, I swear. I know I probably lost all two readers I had because I started posting so infrequently, but I SWEAR, I really will be better from now on. Really. No empty promises. I just get so distracted, you know? with the baby?

Speak of the little devil, he can now climb stairs, which makes me wish we didn't live in a two-story house. It's so cute, and he's so proud of himself, but it means extra vigilance on top of the already constant vigilance, and it's exhausting.. Some things you just don't think about before you have a baby. Like, you don't realize how often you will have to clean because if you don't, there's a little inspector/person who will find and eat any tiny dust bunny/cheerio/percaset you leave casually on the floor. I mean, it's genious, the ability this kid has to sense where the dirt is and go right for it. finds the dirtiest little nooks in the house and then sticks his tiny little fingers in and plays with the dirt and slime until his fingers are black. Not that there are any places like that in our house. no. there is nothing remotely greasy or slimy or black, because I am a meticulous cleaner. Stop laughing, bryce. and you too, leah!

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