Velcrometer
Throwing stuff at the internet to see what sticks
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Thursday, April 25, 2002 Last Wednesday night I had a chance to do something I'd never done before: take care of a baby for more than ten minutes in a row. She's my niece. When we spent the evening together, she was just short of three months old. Now she's just over three months old. Damn, people age fast when they're babies. Since she's not old enough to pick her own Internet pseudonym yet, I'll just call her Deniece (get it? Ha! I kill me!). It was an evening of firsts for both of us, actually. It marked the first time I:
Obviously she experienced more firsts during the same period, since she's, like, less than one percent of my age. It's true what they say about re-experiencing the world through a child's eyes, and appreciating the sense of wonder that someone has when everything is new. So it was kind of exciting to be there the first time she:
I wondered what I should do if Deniece did something for the first time while under my care. Should I tell her mom, or should I keep it to myself so her mom could believe that the first time she saw Deniece do something was actually the first time Deniece did it? Obviously day care professionals deal with this dilemma every day, and presumably they've got it figured out. I forgot to ask before Deniece's mom left, though. I wasn't too conflicted when Deniece started rubbing her head. That's not terribly surprising considering that the cranium represents about 95% of a three-month-old's surface area. I didn't freak out when she said her first word to me, because it was "guh." Likewise when she busted out an "ehhhh." When she followed that up with "ratatouille," I knew I was in trouble. And not just because we were fresh out. I came thisclose to calling Deniece's mom when she took her first step. But then I had to put the phone down so I could chase her up and down the stairs. Deniece finally resolved the situation for me by driving to the store to get me cigarettes. That did it. I don't even smoke. Obviously she's not as smart as I thought. posted by M. Giant 1:22 PM 0 comments 0 Comments:
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