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One thing I knew would surface once we had LB at home is my bad habit of repeating everything twice when chatting with babies. It’s bad enough that I notice myself doing it…I cannot imagine what others think when they listen to me babble on to my little guy. “Are you so hungry? Huh? Are you so hungry?”

I never wanted to be one of those moms who used “baby talk.” But maybe it’s one of those things that just happens when confronted with a tiny, squirming, adorable armful of baby. Has this happened to you too? As if the aforementioned repetition wasn’t bad enough, my use of proper English has taken a nose dive. “Are those poops in you diaper?”  “I gonna kiss you feets.”  “How’s my wittle man?” I’m not kidding here, folks. This is how I talk now a large percentage of the day.

And likely my biggest language foul is making nouns into verbs. Ever seen a Baby Bjorn? Cool front-loading sling for babies. At our house, it’s perfectly normal to “Bjorn” the baby. I actually offered to “Bjorn-up” the baby the other day after Enrique had been holding him for a while. “Honey, why don’t I Bjorn him up and you can go get some work done?” Right…I’m sure that’s just what the Baby Bjorn people had in mind.

Well, I’d better go un-Bjorn the baby so we can get to bed. Time to get some sleepies, yes. Time to get some sleepies.

From one of my students, I received a make-your-own Christmas ornament for the baby. Think plaster handprint.  So today, after getting some other things done around the house, I decided to give this a try with little LB. He was asleep in his Baby Bjorn, and I thought I’d just get this special ornament all made and ready for our tree. I carefully followed the directions to make a toothpaste-like plaster mixture, poured it into the mold, and gently took my son’s tiny, chubby hand to press into the plaster. Word to the wise…baby hands don’t naturally lay flat anyway, and when confronted with an uncomfortable wet substance (as plaster), baby hands will curl up into an impenetrable ball. After 3 unsuccessful tries with LB’s hand, now having enlisted the help of Daddy, I had a brainstorm to try using his foot instead. So Enrique pulled off LB’s sock and dipped it into the quickly-drying plaster. And that’s when we heard…

“Pbbbbbbbbtttttttt!!!”    Time for a diaper change!

So the next time you’re feeling a little bound-up, might we suggest dipping your feet in plaster? You never know…it may just work for you too!

Last week, in a visit to my parents’ house, we put little LB down for a nap, and this is what we found. How cute it that??? Seems like saying his bedtime prayers is already part of his routine!