Repetoire

Sometimes the baby I watch, just out of the blue starts running through every skill he has learned so far in his little 10 month life. He'll say "uh-oh" then "thank you" (which comes out "day----doooooo") then he claps for himself, makes his "mean face", barks, laughs like a maniac, blows a spit bubble or seven, says thank you again, does the sign for milk, maybe crawls a few paces, claps for himself, barks and then makes sure you've seen it all before he starts all over again.

Do you think sometimes we do that? As adults do we sometimes feel like we aren't getting enough attention and need to show everyone what we're capable of doing for their enjoyment?

I know sometimes I get stuck in my rut and feel boring so I begin my routine of showing the world what I can do - I plan a baby shower for a friend I haven't seen since high school but ran into one day in Walmart, noticed her gigantic belly, traded parenting stories then offered to throw her a shower. I call the bow lady and decide to have a bow party in my nasty, filthy, cluttery house - a party in which all of my female friends will bring their female offspring in order to buy scads of hair bows and other hair beautification acoutrements, a party in which I also will feel compelled to cook gratuitous amounts of food to show off my mad cooking skillz. It is also during this time I volunteer for something at the church or, because I am on the food committee, five community members/church members pass away and we have to feed the grieving families. Usually this time also coincides with field trips, the Beach Day, and school awards ceremonies and a week that my husband wants to partake of uhm...ya know....like, every dang night. It wouldn't be unheard of for someone in the family to come down with the flu, contract ebola or for me to discover they have head lice during this time as well.

Somewhere in there I realize I need to find time to sit down and write a blog post about it. You know, just to make sure you are all aware that I am capable of SO MUCH MORE than I've been showing the innernetz as of late.

Or I could just be truthful and say "You know what? I've been so busy watching the episodes of Krod Mandoon that are building up on the DVR, catching up on laundry, trying to find that .32 mistake in my checkbook register, not cooking healthy, homemade meals for my family and spending inordinate amounts of time tickling a cute, pudgy baby tummy and trying to convince him that cats indeed do not say RUFF that I have been too busy to tell you about it."

My repetoire is pretty impressive if you ask me.