a cognitive leap
the world is coming alive
no time for sleeping!
Last night the wee-er one decided, after waking up every hour on the hour from 10pm-2am, to just stop sleeping completely. I’m thinking this is due to the 8-month cognitive leap that babies tend to have. She’s started standing in the past few weeks, and her babytalk has morphed from "hoo-ahh" and "mamamamamama" to something more complicated and pirate-ish like, "glargy, glarg!"
Last night, though, while she was giggling and talking like a pirate and trying to use my head as a hand rail to boost herself to a standing position, I was not very happy about this cognitive leap. In fact, I distinctly remember shouting, "IN THE MORNING YOU BETTER BE FRICKIN RIDING A UNICYCLE AND SINGING THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER!"
So, wee-er one, I’m sorry I shouted at you and requested that you perform circus tricks for me. Though you have to admit it would be pretty darn cool if your current cognitive leap repetoire included talking like and pirate AND riding a unicycle.
Babies! I shake my fist at you! (But not in a threatening way. Only in a frustrated way. A frustrated, exhausted, pirate-y way.)