LOL baby.
You guys, tonight has been totally awesome. I kind of hate writing about my kid even though I want to write about my kid, because every time somebody writes about her kid, it ends up sounding like the same tired bullshit every other person has said about her kid since the dawn of the internet and people always act like this shit is profound even though it isn’t.
Earlier today, we went to the park with the hilarious dog.
We were eating dinner outside (homemade black bean burgers — I was ready to post the recipe I wrote as I prepared them until they stuck like hell to the grill and ended up being kind of a mess, even though they were absolutely delicious — the main secret is cumin). Ben was off doing something and I was getting to that silly state, where I start laughing at shit that isn’t even that funny but kind of is but once you start laughing at it you just can’t stop, like that one time in junior high (which I guess now is “middle school”) when this Jason kid figured out that I can’t stop laughing once I start and was saying “House!” to me over and over and over because the word “house” isn’t actually funny but then it is and you’re a heaping mess of laughing until you cry and it’s the greatest thing ever. So Soren was making noises that sound like: (1) he’s auditioning to be the harmonica player in a death-metal band; or (2) he’s trying out for the part of Satan in A Christmas Carol, all “BRRRRAAAAAAAGUGUGUGGOIGGNIOGNIGONGOINGOIGNGOINGNIAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!” and eventually I’m all “Ha. Haha. HahahaLOL. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA *snort* *sob* AAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAH!” and then I’m grabbing my soggy old napkin that I used to wipe chipotle ranch off the patio table to dab the corners of my eyes because shit if I’m not crying from laughing so hard. So then, right in the middle of this, Soren looks me square in the eye and I swear — you guys, I’m not even lying and I’m totally not one of those “OMG my kid is so special and so advanced and so awesome and so much better than all the children who came before who were just, like, amateur children and totally unsuccessful at being awesome” people — but he looked me right in the eye and just made this little face that said, “Dude, I totally understand why you’re laughing right now and it’s because I’m absolutely hilarious and I made you laugh.” And that totally blew my fucking mind. Then he sat there for like 10 minutes and blew raspberries and screamed and shoved chunks of Day of the Dead bread into his mouth (that shit is really good) and was generally awesome.
I guess this is kind of a my-baby’s-growing-up post. He’s starting to understand that he can get reactions from people — that he can do something that causes another person to react in a certain way. If I’m really honest, I’d say that I used to think babies were really boring. But holy shit, they’re not. Watching the very beginnings of a person understanding how to interact with other people is just about the coolest thing, ever.
Ben is giving Soren a bath right now. He just said, “Dude. You’re a wheelbarrow.” I don’t even know what that means, but it made me LOL.
