Monday, May 03, 2010
Sit 'em up sit 'em up sit 'em up
So Nick traipsed off to his college reunion this past weekend and left Big J and me to our own devices.
We went for a run. We read books. We did a lot of eating. And floor-swimming. And rolling. And snurfle-snorting.
And sitting! Sitting! We can sit up on our own! Or anyway, we've done it twice!
It's very exciting.
However, and I think due to the vastness of the world and the daily expansion of his possibilities, the boy is a little big high maintenance lately.
So when he's down, he wants to be up. When you pick him up, he peers over your arms and sees something on the floor and is all, "Pretty, shiny, sparkly! Down! I want down!"
Obviously, he doesn't say that.
What he does is flail his pink chubby little arms and make this NNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG GRAAAAAAOOOOOAAAANK kind of noise. And EEAAAAAAHHHAAAHHHH! AAAAGHHH! MAAAAAAAH!
It's sort of the same noise our washing machine is currently making.
Fortunately, it's under warranty. So we'll see about that one. The washer, I mean.
As for the boy.
Life is a big adventure. So many potentially delicious things to be put in one's mouth! So many floors to swim across! So many carpet patterns to inspect! So many music buttons to bang on! And floor tiles!
And hey, wow, a ceiling fan!
Pick me UP! I want to see!
Ooh! The floor! Is so much more enticing from here!
Put me DOWN!
I'm hungry! Where's the boob? Yum!
Hey, look, a tree branch! Just kidding! Not hungry!
And so it goes. I love him with all my heart. And I'm exhausted.
The noise I really want to make (and sometimes do, when it's just the two of us) is NNNNGGGGGGG GREEEAAAAOOONNNKK GRAAAAAAHHAHAHAAA!
He doesn't bat an eye.
He's all, "Oh, Mama. I agree. Now pick me UP!"
BABAAA HAAAAAAA MAMAMAAAAAA NNNGGGGNGNGG