[m i a o w] the cat

In amongst all his reading about babydom, M saw something that said babies are happiest when they are not the centre of attention and are just being toted around as you do things. Small Z had turned on an arsenic hour last night. M cooked me dinner, then grabbed her under his arm and began narrating.

“OK Z! I’m going to walk over here. Hmm. I’ll put this cloth up here. Now I’ll walk in here. I’ll pretend to put this away. Mmm,” he said thoughtfully, “I think this is working.”

“You think what is working?”

“Pretending to do stuff while I carry her around.”

I suppressed the urge to poke him sharply in leg as he might have dropped the baby. “Did what you read say to pretend to do stuff, or is this just an inability to multitask? Maybe you could PRETEND to do something with all the clean washing on the bed? It’s amazing what you can do with one free arm.”