What does one do with outgrown bottle nipples? Throw them away? Store them for next kid? Give them to friends?- Went to the mall the other day. Home Depot, Costco, Target, Babies’R'Us. The nature of life with a kid is that I had to move the car a few hundred yards to each different store.
- I’ve started talking almost non-stop to Alex when walking around with him during the day. This has led me to two realizations:
- I’m not a people person. Fine, this isn’t really a new realization. Since I’m talking to Alex, people assume I want them to talk to us too. In most cases, I don’t mind them talking to Alex, but I usually don’t want them to talk to me… I just want to live in my own little cocoon with my baby. Mind you, sometimes that’s not true… met some nice people at Pandemonium Books the other day.
- Language, whether spoken or written, doesn’t seem to accurately represent what I think. As I try and keep up the verbal diarrhoea with Alex, I realize that I’m just telling him about the things I see around me. Telling him about what’s going on in my head just doesn’t seem to come out right.
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2006-09-20 22:33
if ever there’s a guided tour of the inside of your head, I want to be the first in line to buy tickets!
I react in a similar way. I think it’s an instinctual response designed to let us continue surveying the environment to protect against physical dangers while tolerating those with maternal instincts who want to dote over the little ones. I don’t like people distracting me from my duties. (Actually, that applies regardless of whether i’m with the little guy or not. hmmm.)