Lest any of you think I have lost my zest for documenting our lives of wonder, allow me to explain where my laptop has been. Tiffani was over at my house and wanted to use it for some reason. Brinton (ever helpful and sweet) brought her a drink of water while she was using it. He must have thought that the laptop was thirsty, too, because he spilled water all over the keyboard. The "enter" key and several others no longer work, and there's been some other problems now. So Tif is backing up all of our files and sending it to the manufacturer to get checked out. Looks like I just may have a new computer soon.
Other events of noteworthiness: Merrick has begun to crawl. He's been pretending to for almost 2 months now. You know, the little "rock, rock, one step, catapult myself forward"? Well that's what he'd been doing for quite some time. Then, on his 8 month anniversary of being out of my womb, he really sealed the deal. We were at the swimming pool with the cousins and Tif brought some sugar cookies that the kids had made. Merrick reaches for anything and shoves it into his mouth. We're at that phase. Anyway, I moved the cookies a good 5-6 feet away on the ground-far enough away to be out of his "rock, rock, catapult myself forward" reach. Then, without warning, he took off like a mad man.
Tell me something. What is it about sugar that is so enticing?Just when I'm beginning to feel guilt for hardly denying myself of my sugary pleasures, I realize that there is something programmed into us as my son (who's never had cookies before) made a b-line for the goods. It's innate. We know that the bad stuff simply tastes better. I am willing to bet that if I had placed a plate of carrot sticks (brightly colored, attractive shape) and a plate of sugar cookies (frosted plain white) that Merrick and just about any other infant would go in the direction of the cookies. Has research been done on this most interesting pshycological phenomena? It's like we're born with this insatiable desire for that which is not the best for us. Somone who's smarter than me, please enlighten me.
Merrick also has yet to sleep through the night. I mean really sleep through the night. The best he's given me is from 8pm-6am and that miracle has only occured maybe 5 times in his whole 8 months. I must admit I'm getting a little sleep deprived. I'm hoping the next baby is a good sleeper. If not, I'm hiring someone to be my night nanny once a week. I'm absolutely serious.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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