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Before I Forget (a Baby Book entry)

February 13th, 2007

This belongs in the baby book, and if I don’t write it down soon, I will forget it.

When the tot started showing an interest in animals, right around three days old or something, I began telling her the names of the animals. That got boring pretty fast, so we moved on to learning each animal’s sound. Except, there’s a problem with this. I don’t really know what a lot of animals say. Giraffes? Rhinos? Hippos? Zebras? Groundhogs? Butterflies? Bunnies? Come on. Like I have any idea.

But the need to know what an animal says is like an itch, when you are one year old. Saying “I don’t know what a giraffe says, honey schnookums” is like telling that toddler “An itch? Just don’t think about it.” In the end, you’ve got to scratch the itch or you yourself will go crazy from the endless petitions for a response now, woman.

So to prove the adage “Necessity is the mother of invention,” or something, I came up with a stock answer for when I didn’t know what something said. An otter? An otter says, “Hello, I am an otter.” A turtle? It says, “Hello, I am a turtle.”

It took a while, but I later noticed the tot starting to mimic these animal rejoinders.

“Moo. Moo.”

“Hello, I am a pig. Oink.”

“Hi, I am a camel.”

But the moment when I fully realized how glad I was that I had started saying this to her came one night last fall, as HG got the tot ready for bed. He was putting her into a shirt that read “I /heart/ Daddy.”

He pointed to the shirt and asked her, as he always does at bedtime, “What does this say?”

She thought for a second and said, “Hello. I am a shirt.”

Oh may these moments never fade from my memory. You know, like when she hits 14.

1 Comment »

  1. KLee says

    Yeah, we take our jollies where we can get them, don’t we? I have to blog the “cute” stuff, because I’m getting them less and less often as Offspring ages… She told me the other day that while all the other kids thought I was pretty cool Mom, she said she had no clue what they were talking about. Eh. Oh, well. At least it wasn’t said in that snotty teenager tone — like I said, I takes my jollies where I can gets them. 🙂

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