Hey, I’m no chump in the kid department — guess what! Instant credentials! I have one! But sometimes I think there are some things they know that I don’t, and it’s a thorn in my side.
A couple of nights ago we babysat Nathan’s son — he’s only seven months old. Before I had Taishi, this would have been a major hassle, a trial, an ordeal. But that night it was a pleasure. I’d forgotten all the pleasures of dealing with tiny kids. It’s like, you’ll never know until you have one, but you’ll also never know until you’re a total schlub (which I kind of get the feeling you are, dear reader).
But this little kid, an adorable 7-month old boy, was merciless. Not to say he was out of line, but basically when it was time to put him to bed in his car seat (he has a bassinet, but that’s different) we had a contest. I was rocking him and crooning him meaningless songs but he was gazing at me with an almost hypnotic stare.
Normally, this doesn’t faze me. I’ve put Tai-chan to bed FIVE-HUNDRED-PLUS times. But this little oaf’s stare unnerved me, I’ll have to say. “La-la-la-laaa-la, baby go to sleep, when you awake you can have some robot sheep” or something or other I was singing, but he fixed me with this laser-like gaze while he drank from his bottle, his eyes never wavering from mine, these little black beads, I’ll swear, CHALLENGING ME . . . and . . . I backed down.
He won the stare-fest. Luckily for me, this resulted in his going to sleep, but is that a victory for me?
Huh? Is it?
haha, you got owned by a seven month old :P
ReplyDeleteYup, I am formally his personal slave-underling.
ReplyDeleteBut I'll never let him forget it . . . some day he will be my cardiologist.