I’m starting to go through parent shock … times two.
Maggie actually smiled at me the other day. And this time it wasn’t because she was making me a gift in her diaper. I verified it the only way I know how – I tickled her under her chin (which works on her sister and mother), and got another smile. It was that goofy ear to ear grin that you can make only when you have no teeth in you mouth. I’ll be making that grin in about 30 years or so if I’m lucky.
Sophie is sprouting up too – her vocabulary and ability to put together sentences cracks me up all day long. She is constantly telling me what to do, “Daddy, off the bed!” “Daddy, play on shoulders!” “Daddy, play sleep under da covers!” I have no idea what I’ll do once her sister starts talking. Then I’ll have three women telling me what to do. I don’t even have a workshop to go hide in.
I think I’ll follow the lead of another guy in the neighborhood (thanks Bob) – go grocery shopping. It’s going to become the new haven for city guys without basements. We’ll meet up in the dog food aisle and hang out for a few hours. Then we’ll return back home with a box of cheez-its and some ice cream, claiming “Boy, the lines were incredible! People were flocking there like it was the blizzard of ’78!”
The other thing I have started to do is take Sophie on little neighborhood trips – the most recent one was to the library, which consisted of her running up to a book shelf, pulling out a random book, exclaiming, “How about this one?” She then threw the book done, ran to another shelf, and started again. I am running after her, vainly trying to reshelf the books (yes, I know the signs say not to, but I am not going to get thrown of yet another library for excessive book pulling). Then we ride the elevator and go home.
I’m starting to read about the next phase of toddler development – potty training. From what I have read, it involves lots of stickers, lots of wipes, and lots of extra changes of clothes. I’m looking forward to it. Really. Of course, first I have to make a trip to the grocery store.