It’s true, she did. And it was SO loud that I legitimately looked around in disgust, only to realize it was my precious infant, eyes glued to the Ralph Lauren Limited Edition Olympics baby wear. Naturally, I immediately purchased said collection, and bolted for the nearest exit before we drew anymore attention.
This has become quite the trend recently. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly was not a bum orchestra all day long. With my recent switch from breastfeeding to pumping, we have had to supplement with formula more often than anticipated, and I’m wondering if this is just her tummy getting used to it. Transition aside, it’s getting somewhat humorous, and we’re beginning to feel that this is her new mode of communication--a bit snide and dismissive in nature, but often fitting of the circumstance.
For example, when I look into her eyes while changing her at six a.m., asking with a smile “will you go back to bed, or are you going to stay up?” and she answers me with a comically loud toot, I don’t blame her. Because really, that’s how we’d all like to respond to anyone asking us such a rhetorical question: Excuse me Ma'am with the impressive ‘stache taking my order at Panera- are you trying to be condescending when you ask me if I would like a French baguette or apple slices with my cream-based soup served in an edible bowl made entirely out of bread? Hand over carbs and let’s keep the line moving, shall we?
In reality, maybe this is just my daughter’s way of trying to teach me a lesson in life--to say how you really feel and don’t hold back, because as we’ve all heard before from Dr. Seuss, “Be who you are and say how you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”
And we don’t mind, Birdie, toots and all!
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