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Been having ongoing conversation with my 10-month-old nephew, Alex. He's my youngest brother's child, a strapping, fair-haired, blue-eyed lad of 25 lbs. Last night, he crawled under his parents' huge glass-topped coffee table, then turned over and gazed up at the adults in the room. Did we look like fishies? I wondered. (His favorite thing is his night-night "aquarium.") He yammers,"Da da da!" to me, but his father isn't in the room. If I say, "Where's Mama?" he looks at Kim, but he won't say "mama." Today, at the mall with Alex, Kim, and the Samurai, I learned many things. Reclining in one's large, comfy stroller is good.( Alex lolled magisterially in his plush conveyance, grinning and chortling.) Screeching is fun, especially when you make salesladies startle and jump. Aunt Educait won't feed you raisins if you bite her. You are not a puppy. (You know this because she told you.) Uncle Samurai pushes the stroller very fast! And he says "Wheee!" He finds mirrors to play with, and he makes funny faces. He has hair on his face, too, and he lets you pull it. He is a good uncle. Falling asleep in the stroller works best if you wedge your head back at an impossible angle. You should screech VERY LOUDLY at baby girls in passing strollers. Practice is good. When Aunt Educait kisses you, you can bite her, if you're quick. When you get your picture taken, generate all the cuteness you can. Everyone will be looking at you. Milk the opportunity. Under no circumstances should you indicate any aptitude for walking. This stroller is comfy! And look at all those poor toddlers in this mall, walking everywhere. If you keen loudly, Mommy will feed you her lunch. Hers is better than yours. Keen loudly. You are a lucky kid. Lots of people love you. On de Headbone: Violin, TMBG About to read: Merrick, Anne Rice (Trash! you say...but it entertains.) |
 
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Alex Lessons