Let me entertain myself
As for me, and by me I mean Magda, not JDS for a change, NaBloPoMo opens a totally new perspective. Since November this year has coincided with some unprecedented as well as quite regular sicknesses in our modest household, living up to the challenge might be a problem. Hence my involvement, which I need to apologize for to all those who read the weblog for the pleasures of being presented with a really lame picture a piece of good writing.
There is a woman on the internet who posts pictures of her dog balancing objects on his head. Every day. If it hadn’t been for her good writing I would consider her, well, eccentric. Yet, who’s not? Recently though, I had this wonderful revelation: Wait a minute, people, I can do that too! I have this son who passionately stuffs his mouth with whatever he comes across of the right size. Six long seconds of emotional enthusiasm for the idea later and a sad conclusion came: Booooooring, isn’t it? So the idea was killed on the spot. Until a few days ago.
So here’s our son:
Let’s not go into details concerning the origins of the THING in his mouth. Let’s just not. OK, if you must know, click here, but you do it at your own risk and don’t expect a lavender panel.
The striking resemblance to Dr. Zoidberg cracked us up so much that we just couldn’t stop taking pictures.
And more:
The funny thing is, though, that with the THING in his mouth Alek gets sucked into long periods of being an I’m-not-here-at-all-so-don’t-worry-mama baby. Great, twenty minutes for me to relax with my feet up frantically check my e-mail / file my fingernails / pee without assistance.
The THING in the mouth / Dr. Zoidberg idea, though, has been strangely familiar since it happened for the first time those two weeks ago or so. It is more than embarrassing to admit that my baby is not that original, but just because of those fantastic 20 minutes in a row, I have to say this: Thanks, Konrad.
This almost makes me want to have children.
Comment by jane — Monday 19 November 07 @ 22.42 MST+2.00
Someone should really start a Flickr group about small objects that children could choke on.
I laughed out loud when I clicked on the item titled “Dr Zoidberg” in my RSS reader and saw these photos.
If having children is what it takes to get an inflated beach ball in the living room, I’m all for it.
Comment by Erik R. — Monday 19 November 07 @ 23.21 MST+2.00
Magda! Sweet! But you can’t blame your little gator ‘rassler. It runs in the family.
Comment by Elsa — Tuesday 20 November 07 @ 00.57 MST+2.00
Somehow I am getting the idea that having two kids is a LOT different than having one. Or even one plus a tiny bundle, the way it was when we saw you last, Magda. Illegitemi non carborundum, as my father used to say.
Best of health to everyone in the house!
Comment by gaoo — Tuesday 20 November 07 @ 02.02 MST+2.00
can’t stop laughing ;)
Comment by aniah — Tuesday 20 November 07 @ 07.47 MST+2.00
My kids had one of those things, until the Housefairy came over and did some cleaning. That is one cute baby, Zoidberg and all. :)
Comment by Theresa — Tuesday 20 November 07 @ 12.51 MST+2.00
Too Adorable! Of course, if the thing was green and had longer strands, you’d have a babythulu on your hands. *chuckle* He’s priceless. Thanks for the smiles!
Comment by whimspiration — Thursday 22 November 07 @ 02.52 MST+2.00