Forced Self Awareness

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All of the baby books and websites say that, since Punky is 14.5 months, he should be imitating us.

Unfortunately for me, this is true.  Check the box, Punkie does that now.

I had NO IDEA that I had so many verbal tics.  And, having my kid point them all out is kind of horrifying . . . and, if I pretend I don’t care about the knowledge that I sound kind of like an idiot, maybe a little funny.

The newest one was revealed to me yesterday.  Punkie has a drawer and a few cabinets in the kitchen that he’s allowed to ransack.  They contain things like plastic spatulas, placemats, potholders – things that won’t hurt him.

It was early, like 5AM, and Punky and I were alone in the kitchen.  I was washing his bottle while he ransacked his drawer for the 500th time.  Suddenly, a plastic spatula was tossed into the kitchen sink from behind (like a softball pitch), and a little voice behind me said “cool!”.  I turned around to see the back of the footie-pajamaed kid as he exited stage right.  He was moving fast – he basically had a puff of cartoon smoke behind him as he sped away.

I thought to myself, “huh, Self, where did he learn that? Must have been daycare.”

And then, all day, I heard my own voice utter “cool”.  Continuously.  All day.  Cool.  Cool.  Cool.  WTF is wrong with me?  Who says that all day?  Apparently, this idiot does.


Live for the Weekend

I spent a lot of time with Punkie this weekend.  I enjoyed it so much.  He really is an incredibly loveable guy.

I am shocked by how fast he is changing.  It seems like he figures out how to do something new almost every day.  He is bright-eyed, and he jabbers at all in a constant stream of baby talk.  Every time he “talks” to me, I just love him more.

He isn’t quite crawling yet, but he covers a lot of ground by rolling.  He rolls everywhere, but just in the one direction because it hasn’t occurred to him yet that he can roll the other way too.

It’s just a matter of time, really, until he’s crawling.  This weekend, we were playing on his play mat and he was working very hard to crawl – he yelled with frustration after a while, but he did bust out some forward-motion progress.  He wants to crawl in the biggest way.

Which brings me to this – OH MY GOD, WE HAVE TO BABY PROOF THIS HOUSE!  Can you see the outlet in this photo?  It’s a death trap.  Punkie is aiming his body right at it!









I’m thinking about taking a day off from work to baby-proof.  I don’t know when I’ll be able to do this otherwise, and it seems like Punkie is progressing far faster than I am in this area.

We have to secure the television, lest it fall on his head. And install baby locks.  And baby gates.  And door knob covers.  And outlet covers.

It’s time to lock this place down.