captain obvious

UPDATE:  My husband reminded me that his nom de blog is "N." not "M." and has requested that I make the correction immediately, lest you all think that I have, in the intervening months, shacked up with someone else to raise these two kids. Or, perhaps he wants to amke sure that he is getting all of his due credit.  For you to decide.

When Bean was just starting to vocalize, N. and I would spend copious amounts of trying desperately to figure out what our little man was working out.  We hung on each syllable, each sputter, looking for our sign of genius, that spark of Lincoln, the proof we needed that this child would deliver us from the ho-hum existence of suburbia right into the hands of the life that only a privileged few know...  fame, fortune and fabulous snacks on the talk show circuit...

I guess that it is like that with every first parent.  You comb through the milestones looking for some indication of your child's gift, a signal of the person they will one day become.  You sift through the clues that you think will help you to know them and guide them...  for ever searching.

With the second kid, well lets just cut to the chase... Between keeping everyone diapered, fed, entertained and alive, we are a little over-extended. There just isn't that same amount of time for N. and me to be super-sleuths. In order to cope with the extra load, we have had to bring in an intern -- someone to examine the facts, sift through the bullshit and cut to the chase.

While we were having a rare family dinner last night, Banzo (that's the bebe, in case you lost track) was sharing some of the details of his day. At eight and a half months, he is really just getting his chit-chat on. Lots of NANANAAAANANNA, and BUUUUBAUUBBUUUU and SPLRRRRRTS. You get the idea. Clearly we have the next O*bama here on our hands.  I know... get in line, you can say you knew him when.

Anyway... he is babbling, "NANANAAAANANNA... BUUUUBAUUBBUUUU"

N. turned to Bean and asked him, innocently enough, "What is he saying, Bean?  What is Banzo saying?"

Bean looked at N. like he was quite the moron, not a bit slow on the uptake, not a few screws loose, but barely functioning, lucky to get his pants on straight MORON.  And the look was tinged with sympathy.  Make no bones about it...  on a daily basis, Bean is quick to remind each of us how trying our interference is and that we are simply lucky that he tolerates our presence at all. 

He then responded, slowly and with added volume (because that is how you talk to a moron),

"He sayed, NANANAAAANANNA, and BUUUUBAUUBBUUUU, daddy."

Comments

[rachiepoo]

holy moly. i almost peed a little bit. that was funny.

[stefanierj]

I'm glad to see you haven't lost the funny, woman. We were at the ER 2 weeks ago and had to have a Disembodied Voice From Behind the Curtain explain to us what D was saying. Good times.