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"Do you ever feel like we're outnumbered?"
Jan. 4th, 2010 09:14 pmAt one point tonight I said that my kid was like a parrot with opposable thumbs. He was running around repeating our words, bibble babble buggy bug. That was before the mini language detonation tonight. Now, he doesn't want to go to sleep and wants to read about baby elephants in his crib.
Right after he got in the bath, he started talking about how Jack Frost was going to eat me up, and I said, "Like nip at my nose?" and he said, "No, he will bite off your head. You are really crunchy." Then we got into an argument about who would be crunchier, me or him. He wore his floppy red dog towel out of the bath and put up a big fuss about putting on a diaper, because "diapers make doggies cry". Then he tried to convince us it was time to eat Daddy's toes. Then Daddy tried to eat HIS toes and he said, "Don't do that! It makes it hard to walk!" Then he had to lick the kitty. Then he wanted to read the ABC book all by himself. Then he wanted to "show us another good trick that he knows". Then he got in bed and remembered he forgot to brush his teeth. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. We got lots of stories about new baby school (new school, same babies and teachers) and what Keegan did and what Mei-mei did and what Bella did and how she was a lion--because she was lyin' on the floor.
This boy is hilarious, and terrifying. Words just spill out of his mouth, sometimes without much control from him. He's so darling and so disorienting. He's just so darn excited by everything; he put a ball cap frame over his head tonight and said, "I'm a football guy! A football guy!" and ran off, pretending to go long. Craig looked at me as Bug ran out of the room and said, "Do you ever feel like we're outnumbered?"
Yes. Yes, I do.
Right after he got in the bath, he started talking about how Jack Frost was going to eat me up, and I said, "Like nip at my nose?" and he said, "No, he will bite off your head. You are really crunchy." Then we got into an argument about who would be crunchier, me or him. He wore his floppy red dog towel out of the bath and put up a big fuss about putting on a diaper, because "diapers make doggies cry". Then he tried to convince us it was time to eat Daddy's toes. Then Daddy tried to eat HIS toes and he said, "Don't do that! It makes it hard to walk!" Then he had to lick the kitty. Then he wanted to read the ABC book all by himself. Then he wanted to "show us another good trick that he knows". Then he got in bed and remembered he forgot to brush his teeth. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. We got lots of stories about new baby school (new school, same babies and teachers) and what Keegan did and what Mei-mei did and what Bella did and how she was a lion--because she was lyin' on the floor.
This boy is hilarious, and terrifying. Words just spill out of his mouth, sometimes without much control from him. He's so darling and so disorienting. He's just so darn excited by everything; he put a ball cap frame over his head tonight and said, "I'm a football guy! A football guy!" and ran off, pretending to go long. Craig looked at me as Bug ran out of the room and said, "Do you ever feel like we're outnumbered?"
Yes. Yes, I do.
