Sometimes spending all day with a 9-month-old is really, really boring. Take yesterday, for instance. It was gray and yucky, and we were stuck inside our tiny apartment. To make matters more claustrophobic, Mags didn't want me to put her down, like, everrrr. So not only did I not get to take a shower until 4 pm when my dearest neighbor offered to hold Baby Clingon...not only that...but also, every time I needed to use the bathroom I had to bring Mags with me and set her down on the floor a few feet from the toilet. I found that the weird factor of peeing while a baby stares at you is greatly mitigated by staring back and singing, with feeling, the chorus to "I Always Feel Like (Somebody's Watching Me)" by Rockwell.
So anyway, as I was saying, sometimes it's really boring spending all day with a solipsistic mute. But then there are sunny days, like Wednesday, when you get to spend the morning working on an article about language in New Orleans; and, having stimulated your intellect (or poked at it, at least), you get to spend the afternoon with your cute miniature humanoid, basking in the sun on your porch. And if you're lucky, she doesn't just agree to look at the phone while you take her snapshot, she actually makes these faces.
Needless to say, I spent the minutes subsequent to these pics smothering her beautiful fat cheeks with kisses.
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