I love my kids, I just hate parenting
A little while back I ran a series of posts about my son’s increasing vocabulary and my attempts to decipher his mangled pronunciations.
The series petered out; not because I’m lazy (maybe a little) but because my son’s language skills are developing too fast to make those posts sustainable.
The dude knows too many words. Even worse, he can now repeat back just about everything we say.
Gulp.
Progress! Two people asked for my advice this week.
Why?
BECAUSE I SAVE LIVES.
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In this age of iPods and Spotify, maybe you don’t remember Maxell. This should jog your memory: MomandBuried and I were bored on a rainy day, and the kid was unusually cooperative. Besides, he was already sitting in his easy chair; it had to happen. Unfortunately he’d already finished his martini.
As my son’s second birthday approaches, I can’t help but think ahead to what he’ll be like when he’s older. Especially since he is already growing up so fast.
Obviously, I can’t possibly predict my sons future interests based on what he likes as a toddler! I highly doubt he”ll still enjoy “Yo Gabba Gabba,” climbing up and down stairs, and pulling tissues out of boxes as much as he does right now. But I always say “find a job you love and you’ll never work a day in you life,” so go for it, tissue puller!
But really, about the only thing I can predict for him, with nearly 100% accuracy, is that for much of the time between the ages of 12 and 17, he’s going to be hideously ugly.
For the second Zombie Post, I’ve chosen another one from before my son was born more than two years ago. The possibility of relocation was on my mind then, because a kid was about to arrive and, as a child of the suburbs, raising my son in New York City never seemed ideal. So IRead more about Zombie Post: Relocation Revisitation[…]