rings.
get one.
or make some for you and your friends/ fake spouses.
captain planet did.
today I sat on baby ender for a few hours and closed the flower shoppe.
I don't know how much ender reallllly liked being sat on- but he certainly expressed himself by screaming for an hour and a half in the car with me and john.
I wonder what it was like to grow BONES in your mouth as a kid-
teething must be incredibly painful
and I am happysome
that I
have
no
recollection.
At one point in the evening I looked into those beautiful blue eyes that had been magnified 100x's to their usual depth by a gloss of tears and said
"quit being a baby".
Being a baby has to be one of the most difficult things, you are this squished human being, with little organs that are just learning how to really fun-ction, (unfun)
I imagine having gas must be...
so much worse and concentrated in a small space.
If I were a baby,
I would have crawled right back into my mom and hooked up the umbilical cord asap.
I think that must have been my original plan
and then the doctor spanked me and I got sidetracked.
Another hypothesis to his unhappiness was perhaps
that I didn't mix enough powder for his bottle and John was very helpful in pointing out that it would be somewhat like drinking really watered down kool aid (which is... crystal light blekhklhck) which is one of the most horrible things I could possibly imagine.
It is no wonder why he was so frazzled.
I mean,
wouldn't you be too?
2 comments:
I got to sit on a baby today too! For the first half of the morning, he was so solemn, it worried me. Neither books nor coloring nor elevators nor mirrors interested him. Then we discovered the legos, and he became a human baby again. It wasn't that he seemed unhappy before...he just seemed to bizarrely lack emotion, which was worse. I still want to meet Ender. I also stole a stranger's baby later in the evening at a Theatre Dept Meet N Greet, because she was so darling I couldn't resist her. I don't think she was actually that strange girl's baby. She had to have sprung from a daffodil or something...a faery child sent to charm mortal eyes. And at nine months, she reached out to be held by strangers, and was a peanut to hold...I've never met a baby that age that was so tiny and light. Anyway, I gave her back eventually, and pray the day soon comes when I can have my own.
PS I got distracted by my own baby stories to comment on the fact that I LOVED your thoughts on babyhood. My friend Kathleen once said on the subject of being a baby and trying to grow so fast: "If I were going to triple in size, I'd cry and poop all the time too!" Life is ever so startling when you first begin it, I think. I'm sure God gave us short-term memories in our babyhood for good reason.
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