Yesterday my baby became vocal in the faux-conversation way, and it’s adorbz. She wakes up and wants to talk and look around and grunt and comment in baby on many things, which is nice as her smile could only get her so far in life. Yup, my baby is talking now. A lot. At 5am.
Unfortunately Baby M does not quite understand that although we love her very much, at 5am we don’t want to hear the dream she had about what eating food must be like, and unfortunately the joy she gets when I tell her that nobody wants to hear about her baby problems brings more talking.
It’s actually great except at ass thirty in the daywalker hours when I’d been asleep approximately two hours the entire night it got me to thinking that perhaps I really do need to design my baby Bane mask for just such occasions.
While sleeping it could feed them, when awake it could pacify them like the Bane Mask did to Bane, and you could always imagine your baby babytalking in a Sean Connery voice and make it so with modern technology. Bwa bah ba mee mah bwa Miss Moneypenny.
Actually it occurs to me that I felt I understood more of Maggie’s baby talking than I did of Bane’s incomprehensible mumbling throughout that Batman movie.
Nope, got nothing to say today, sleep deprived and slave to the phone. On hold music drove me to this.