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Posts have been light, dumb, and sprinkled with baby photos. I expect this will be the state of things, for a while. Currently our young lady is so excited by her discovery of "the standing" that she wants to practice 24/7; we wake to the sound of standing-up-grunting, followed quickly by get-me-out-of-this-thing-screaming, and find her holding the bars of the crib like a prisoner. Tiny face looking over the top, like, "what are you people doing to me?" This happens at, like, midnight, 2:00 a.m., 3:30 a.m., 5:45 a.m., 6:15 a.m., and on into daylight. She wants The Freedom. She wants to walk the earth, like Caine from Kung Fu. Her parents are therefore more dumberer, and less productive. This is physics.As a consolation, like a warm cookie on your pillow, here's a new post of mine at Cliopatria.
posted by Chris Bray @ 1:06 PM
4 Comments:
I've been there.
I see your little one likes cat food also. My 17-month old likes to pick up one cat food morsel at a time and gently put it in the cat's bowl of water. She then likes to stand and dunk one foot in the water bowl.
Ours skips the dry food and the gentle movement of morsels -- although I'm looking forward to that one. Currently we prefer a vigorous splat into the wet food. Or a series of them.
Gotta perfect that pincher grasp. Of course mine has eaten a few bits of cat food (we don't put out wet for him all that often), but having eaten a my fair share of cat food when I was a kid, I can't complain that much.
Years ago as an undergraduate, I lived in an apartment near an "old guy" who was working on his PhD. One evening I saw him watching his baby daughter sitting by one of the small lights that lined the sidewalks in the complex.
She was eating dirt from the unplanted planters adjacent to the sidewalk. "My God!" I exclaimed. "She's eating dirt!"
"Yes," the prof replied, dryly. "She likes to sit and have dinner with her bright, warm, one-eyed friend."
Later, when I had children, I remembered that incident and was less frightened about what they ate, reasoning that dirt was probably more nutritous than McDonald's.
One of my sons is thinking of becoming a History professor. Do you think it was something he ate?
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