Baby G at 10 months – In her words
Today’s post is by Baby G. She wanted to give you an update of her favorite things at 10 months.
-Mexican beans and rice
-Cheerios. But I’m on to Mom. She plies me with Cheerios so I’ll “entertain” myself while she makes ANOTHER pot of coffee. Seriously, you guys don’t know how unstable she is before she has her liquid drug. As soon as I learn to use the phone I’m going to report her.
-Fun-sized Butterfinger bars (OK, so I’ve only had a bite of one, and I had to execute a colossal distraction plan to pull it off. Must devote more time and brain energy to planning how I can get my next taste of Butterfinger.)
-Noah’s Ark Lift-The-Flap book
-“I’m Not Sleepy” by Jonathan Allen, (as long as Mom doesn’t practice her “voices” while reading. Please, Mom. If you had “it,” you would be making movies, not wasting your life babysitting me. Give it up.)
-Being chased around the floor by Daddy
-Petting the dog, Murphy. I’m still trying to figure out how to gouge out his eyes.
-Getting pushed around in my throne-on-wheels for walks in the neighborhood.
-Chewing on “important” paperwork. Yeah right, like my parents do anything important.
-Escaping from Mom and Daddy when they try to change my diaper. SOMETIMES MY BUM HAS JUST GOT TO BREATH. You understand.
-This one where Daddy bounces me around everywhere. I don’t know the words. I don’t think he does either.
-Anyone who “gets” me. If I crawl up to you and give you my best toothy smile and you don’t swoon, our relationship is a dead end.
*One more thing. Why does Mom try to communicate with me using my language?! It’s a tonal language and she’s butchering it. I might say “A-TA” to her, which obviously means, “If you don’t put your laptop away in 30 seconds I’m going to bang a combination of keys with the palm of my hand that will screw up your operating system permanently.” And then Mom parrots back to me “A-TA,” but gets the tone all wrong, so she’s saying the word “fish.” It’s probably the most annoying thing about her.