Generally speaking, when one of my children turns 6 months old, they become so cute, I want to chew on them. I don't care what I eat: feet, fingers, knees, even the occasional tushy. As a parent, I have an overwhelming desire to consume my children.
This "chewiness" lasts for about a year or until the word "no" escapes their mouth for the first time. Then the cuteness factor goes down a bit, and I find that I actually have to work at this parenting thing.
So, Ladybug is only 15 months old; I have a few more good months before the dreaded vocabulary starts. Actually, probably longer than that, since she doesn't have a lot to say. In reality, being child number four, there is not a lot of speaking that she needs to do. Everybody does it for her, at her, around her and above her. There is rarely a quiet moment in our house!
So she points, gestures, and every once in a while she humors me and signs "milk" or "more" or something else adorably cute.
Actually, I think God did that on purpose. I was discussing this with a friend tonight. Everything
is cute as a baby. Well, maybe not warthogs, but most everything. I think God made them so chewy so that as parents we would remember how cute they were when the going gets tough.Just a thought to ponder...
2 comments:
I used to call my kids "chewy" too until the oldest bit the second becuause "she loved him so much" - that was the end of that!
That's right! I forgot you told me that! LOL!
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