My kid...
Refuses to stop doing the "humpty dance" inside me. Not as cute as it would be if he were two or three (and no longer inside me, but like, at a party in front of my tipsy friends).
Unrelated: last night I had a dream that the kid was already born, and we were at the beach, and he was a normal infant and all, but could talk like an adult. So there I was, on the beach, feeding him and diapering him and all that noise, and he was yammering at me the whole damn time. Just talking talking talking. Blah blah blah.
So I said, "Mikey (not really his name), you stop it this minute!"
And he looked at me and replied, insisted... "My name is not Mikey. My name is Jeremy!"
And I was so confused, because indeed, when one births a child that can talk, it seems only right that the child (who can talk) should be able to veto his name, if he hates it. It seems dictatorial to saddle a kid who can talk with a name he hates.
But I wanted to call him Mikey! And after all, he was my baby. Right?
Sigh.
This motherhood thing is hard already...
In other news I discovered (at last) a really great Indian (vegetarian) restauraunt in Atlanta.
In still other news, I have been wildly homesick for Baltimore.
Unrelated: last night I had a dream that the kid was already born, and we were at the beach, and he was a normal infant and all, but could talk like an adult. So there I was, on the beach, feeding him and diapering him and all that noise, and he was yammering at me the whole damn time. Just talking talking talking. Blah blah blah.
So I said, "Mikey (not really his name), you stop it this minute!"
And he looked at me and replied, insisted... "My name is not Mikey. My name is Jeremy!"
And I was so confused, because indeed, when one births a child that can talk, it seems only right that the child (who can talk) should be able to veto his name, if he hates it. It seems dictatorial to saddle a kid who can talk with a name he hates.
But I wanted to call him Mikey! And after all, he was my baby. Right?
Sigh.
This motherhood thing is hard already...
In other news I discovered (at last) a really great Indian (vegetarian) restauraunt in Atlanta.
In still other news, I have been wildly homesick for Baltimore.
3 Comments:
Which restaurant?
homesickness for baltimore is a way of life. we know that. but one day we'll be back, walking our way down Lombard Street, Dr. Brown's cream soda in my hand, you eating a pickle. it'll happen. it's gotta.
-e
I know you're so ready for this baby to humpty dance NOT on your bladder or any other internal organ... but thanks for letting me live vicariously through you.
I remember the desire to just get it over with, but I also miss it so. I miss rubbing my finger along their presenting part and having them respond and knowing them a way that only I will ever know them. And well, I always knew where they were and they weren't somewhere making a mess for me to clean! Bonus!
So, are you changing his name to Jeremy? Are ya? Are ya? ;-)
Polli
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