The Adventures of Wiggle Baby

When one takes a long sabbatical from blog posting, the root cause can be one of four things:

1. Out of ideas.
2. Twitter diversion rotted brain.
3. Stepped away from computer screen and discovered sunlight.
4. Became infatuated by other highly curious matters of genuine importance.

Indeed, it’s the latter that has my head in a tangle. You see, I learn about things at a remarkable rate, and in the process, I get hooked on something. A lot.

First it was the kitty. Oh man, I wanted to tell you about that kitty. At a restaurant I wanted to tell you about that kitty. In the middle of the night I wanted to tell you about that kitty. When sleeping, I dreamed about wanting to tell you about that kitty.

Then it was certain objects: the adhesive holiday stickers on the window, the Mickey Mouse airplane toy, the vacuum, the inside of the refrigerator. It got so bad, the Big People had to hide or destroy these things (the fridge is still standing.)

Now, my attention has been turned to my mom, the outdoors, and Goldfish Crackers. Mom is the lucky target of my newly formed verbal skills, to the extent that I call for mom constantly, particularly during my recent recurring bouts of insomnia. To her credit, I have associated the word mom with all that is good and comforting in the world, which is perhaps the most flattering word association possible.

Did I mention I could really go for some Goldfish Crackers? Do you have any Goldfish Crackers? I would like some more Goldfish Crackers.

I also want to go outside constantly, which is not my fault, as I’ve been penned up in a Midwestern home for a practical eternity, and that just isn’t exciting. Goldfish Crackers.

So anyway, I’ve developed an array of lingual skills, predominantly of the sign language persuasion, but I will document the speech here for completeness and my father’s aforementioned horrible memory. If you get bored by reading lists or Goldfish Crackers, feel free to skip ahead or eat Goldfish Crackers.

I say: mom, dad (“dahhhh”), bob (short for babushka), moo (pronounced vfbmoo), ooo, nanana, yayayay, and tsst (a.k.a. any word has a ‘t’ in it.)

Finally, my recent achievements include getting a lot of teeth all at once, being a sturdy walker, eating lots of food, taking one nap instead of two (begrudgingly), sitting in my own personal chair, reading books, and needing a haircut.

Goldfish Crackers!