1. I tend to have a somewhat twisted sense of humor. I think pictures like this are awesome! However, as a promise to Mamaw I will try my best to refrain from embarrassing my child. Even though, the kid in this picture shouldn’t be embarrassed. He’s cool as shit.
2. My inability to teach the Peanut how to drink from a cup. I’m afraid she will be doomed to a life of straws and for this I am sorry.
3. My experience as a baby-sitter has me teaching a toddler how to say, “Fat F@%Ker”. (It was adorable! He would say, “Bat Buckaah.”) I realize now that this was maybe wrong for me to have done.
4. I am not sure if all toddlers break for the door every time it opens but I’m definitely getting a sense that she is trying to escape. I promise myself (and her) that spring is coming and she is gonna LOVE the swings when we hit the park for the first time.
5. I am also starting to think that all toddlers walk around with some sort of head injury. It would explain a lot. The constant stumbling around and bumping into things. Sure they are still new to walking but when, as a society, are we going to take notice of this ever-present concussive population.
5. Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Okay now that I really think about this, I’m starting to wonder; Could this be a side effect to the concussions? Or is it something more like my daughter’s secret desire to be Wonder Woman and if that’s the case. Rock On! I gotta get on to making the costume. DIY Fun!!
6. The little one’s OBSESSION with anything Daniel Tiger and/or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Yes I admit that I let my daughter watch a little T.V. here and there. I don’t think I could live without Daniel Tiger. How would I get anything done?!
7. The Munchkin is 14 months old now and she refuses to eat anything that isn’t puree. I am in a state of constant worry that she isn’t getting her nutrition to the point where I’m starting to feel bad for taking her off of formula. However, Dr. Baby Whisperer says to keep doing what I’m doing. On a happier note she has begun to slightly munch on a specific cookie made by Gerber (bastards!) and she is touching food (but only if its dry). Whatever Works!
* I no longer worry that my walking will influence hers. Human beings are hard-wired to walk. I believe that this particular skill isn’t learned through observation. I don’t know what I was thinking other than being self-conscious.
* I no longer care when Mamaw (a.k.a. The Best Mom on the Planet) refers to the Munchkin as “her baby”. She is too wonderful not to share.