• Dance Like Nobody’s Watching

    Watching someone who doesn’t know they are being watched is the purest version of a person you will ever witness.  You see a part of them that is totally lost in their own psyche, unconcerned with public opinion, and unencumbered by the fear of judgment.  It is like being a mirror to someone dancing alone in their room, or the showerhead-turned-microphone to someone singing in the shower.

    It is a rare occasion when you can see people unapologetically being themselves… that is until they notice, and then you are both embarrassed.  Much like walking in on someone in the bathroom.  It is not your fault they didn’t lock the door, but you are the one who is going to feel like the pervert.

    Because The Munch is a toddler and you are not supposed to leave them alone for extended periods of time (squares), I have always assumed that she just is who she is in front of me.  I figured she hasn’t developed awareness that I am observing her, therefore has no reason to be self- conscious and wouldn’t act any different by herself.  It made me wonder when we started to care what other people thought of us more than just being our own quirky selves whenever we felt the urge.  Does it make relationships easier if we hide our eccentricities of more boring?

    But now that the weather has gotten nicer, The Munch is a lot more adventurous when we are playing outside and often goes on little excursions on her own.  Yesterday I ran into the house to grab a book and when I came out she had gone off with my mom’s old Iphone and was talking into it pretending to be on a call.   It went a little something like this;

    “Hi…oatmeal….motorcycle…hahahahahaha… ummmmmm….thanks….okay….oatmeal with blueberries…. Mama yoga… motorcycle… okay…. Okay…. Hahahahahahahaha…ummmmmm…. Bye.”

    She then saw I was watching her and got embarrassed!  She pointed to the phone and said;

    “Munchee talking on the phone…” and then ran away to continue her conversation.  She would then only talk when I was out of sight and with her back to me!

    I guess it was a private conversation?

    “Sorry about that… my mom was trying to listen in…. go on with what you were saying…”

    April 16, 2012 • 1 year old, baby brain, Behavior, Talking and Not Talking • Views: 1916

  • The World Revolves Around ME!

    Conversations are opportunities for you to hear the brilliance of your own thoughts out loud.  Maybe that is why we have relationships with other humans? So we have the excuse to speak our minds without the embarrassment of talking to yourself… alone in your room, pacing, while looking at the floor and chewing your tongue.  Don’t get me wrong, I love chatting with people and listening to what they have to say, but mostly because they inspire ideas out of me that I get to say next!  Me! Me! Me!

    I like to think of myself as this giving, caring, empathetic person, but every so often I get reminded of my righteous arrogance and I have to laugh and laugh.  I look so cute when I laugh.

    We are obsessed with ourselves because we are own universe.  My world does revolve around me, and everyone else is best supporting actor to this epic movie I am the star of that is all about me!

    That is why having toddler who is eager to learn language has been an amazing boost to my ego.  She listens to everything I say, and then repeats my words proving how interesting I am!



    April 12, 2012 • 1 year old, Musings, Talking and Not Talking • Views: 2607

  • Stop Telling Me What To Do!

    It is really easy to take credit for you kid’s natural talents.  I find parents love to tell themselves that everything great about their child was inherited from them, and every thing that is annoying is because that is “just the way they are.”  You don’t hear a lot of “I don’t know where Timmy gets his good looks because I am an absolute hag, but he totally gets his irrational rage and selfishness from me.”

    I am no different.  I love attributing myself to everything that is amazing about The Munch, especially her pretty face because come on.

    So the Munch is an early talker, and at first I was really proud of this because I obviously thought her verbal proficiency was because of my vast intelligence.  Not only my superior DNA, but also think of all the talking I do in front of her… saying such profound things as “I like your new profile picture” while on the phone.

    People would say “wow, she really says a lot for only being 20 months old” and I would act oblivious to her genius so I came off as nonchalant and not a cunt.  But secretly I was thinking to myself that this baby is going somewhere.  And that somewhere was usually to wash her toys in the toilet.

    But I have to say, although it is sort of great that Munch is so communicative, it is also slightly ruining my life.  This kid is bossy as hell and does not stop telling me what to do!  (And of course I do everything she says because I am scared of her).

    It is quite distracting when it comes to living my life, and I have no idea what to do about it.  She gets especially demanding if I am giving my attention to someone else too.  For instance I was trying to have a conversation with my friend Gita last night and this is how it went.

    Me: So Gita, go on about what happened.

    Munch: Mama… More apple juice please.

    Gita: Well….

    Munch: More apple juice please.  More apple juice please.  More apple juice please.  More apple juice please. More apple juice please.

    Me: Okay Munch, here is your juice.  Go on Gita.

    Gita: He said….

    Munch: Where’s my bear?

    Me: Gita I am listening.

    Munch: Where’s my bear? Where’s my bear? Where’s my bear? Where’s my bear? Where’s my bear? Where’s my bear? Where’s my bear? Where’s my bear?

    Me: I don’t know Munch, check the living room.  Sorry Gita, please keep going.

    Gita: Ummm, where was I….

    Munch: I found bear! I found bear! I found bear! I found bear! I found bear! I found bear! I found bear! I found bear! I found bear! I found bear! I found bear! I found bear! I found bear!

    Gita: Oh yeah he said….

    Munch: Mama kiss bear… Mama kiss bear… Mama kiss bear… Mama kiss bear… Mama kiss bear… Mama kiss bear… Mama kiss bear…

    Where does she get this bossy, demanding, demeanor from?  Oh, by the way, read my blog again and laugh more.  Do it now.  Laugh at all the right parts.  Right now.  Email my blog to a friend.  Do it . Do it.  Do it.  Do it.  Do it right now.  Tell your friends to read my blog.  No. Not later. Right now.  Do it. Do it . Do it.  Do it.  Do it.  Do it right now.

    April 2, 2012 • 1 year old, Education, Musings, Parenting, Talking and Not Talking • Views: 1947

  • Up!

    Although grunting may not be the best method of direct communication for The Munch, it was somewhat preferred by me because I could ignore her needs without having to feel guilty about it. Not all her needs of course, I am not a total jerk, just the ones that I thought were dumb.

    When she wanted me to pick her up while I was in the middle of doing something she would just go “Uhhhhheggggggeee… Nnnnnnneeehehhhh… Mmmmmeeeehhhheeee…” Yes maybe her body language of outstretched arms and neck looking up at with such veracity her head almost snapped off was obvious, but I could still feign ignorance and keep living my life. Now that she knows the world “up” and says it so freaking cute I want to lock myself in a closet and laugh till I cry then cry till I laugh for about 7 hours, I cannot reject her. She rules my life with her adorable little “up.” I now have to cook while holding her, clean while holding her, go to the bathroom while holding her, all so she is “up.”

    Before I could pretend I had no idea what she wanted when The Munch would bang at my boobs and practically rip my shirt off, but now she says “na na” when she wants to nurse. Is that not the most adorable thing you have ever heard? Well, besides hearing that cat meow “I love you” on the internet. I am trying to break the addiction to my boobs… which I know is hard because they are fantastic… but this new “na na” business has totally screwed with me!

    I don’t know what I am going to do. The more words she uses to make it clear what she wants the more I want to give her everything because hearing her little baby voice is outstandingly endearing. Her talking is way more manipulative then her grunting that is for sure. No wonder why people developed language… those sneaky primitive humanoids always getting what you want!


    I know this is blurry, but this is her asking for “na na” while being “up” while I am on the toilet