Allan the Verbose

Big Al is getting more talkative by the day. He now says "Maaaa!!!" regularly, usually when I am trying to put his contact in or feed him or brush his hair. Or now when I am blogging and he wants the computer It is an expression of his complete and utter exasperation. He sounds a lot like Rhoda Morganstern's sister.

Okay -- that was last night. And Allan was not only verbose, he was also 1) determined and 2) fascinated with the computer. Like a moth to the flame. He is so much like his brother sometimes that it drives me NUTS. The only thing that saved me (and the above post) was the auto-save function. As I reached the end of that last sentence, Allan reached up and around and smacked a function key and BAM! everything disappeared.

Two emotions swamped me. First, irritation. I mean, please. How much time do I have to blog? Can't you just let me have ten minutes? Is that too much to ask??? Then, guilt. For heaven's sake, YOUR CHILD is clearly desperate for your attention. You ARE his mother, right? Is it too much trouble to play with your baby???? Remember that when he is unable to form lasting relationships in adulthood.

Properly chastened, I shut off the computer and sat down to play with Allan. And he promptly turned his back and crawled away at top speed to play with the zebra.