Things that Obsess Me
Like most babies, I am a balanced person; yet there are certain things that obsess me from day to day. Since these obsessions are bound to change or evolve over time, I thought I would record a few so that I may laugh at myself in the future:
- Earrings; whether people wear them or not and the never-satisfactorily-answered "but, why?" wears me out whenever the subject is broached. For the moment, "pendientes" and "earrings" form the nexus of my bilingual sense of being and, with no preamble necessary, I can pick out either word from the mire of unintelligiblity that harnesses my universe.
- Toothbrushes; I love them and usually start my day by requesting an audience with Mommy's and Daddy's so that I may flaunt standard conventions of safety by careening around the homestead with them protuding from my mouth and my unique gait presaging the imminent disaster of my headlong collison with an unforeseen (to me) bookcase.
- Water, water and more water; I love water and don't care who knows it. Whenever I seem to be off on any non sequitor babbling half-remembered names of my relatives, I like to punctuate it with a few nods to, what is for me, the one-and-only liquid form.
- Making hideously obnoxious sounds by scraping plastic toys or Scandinavian blocks designed for other purposes against the floor (this interests me only if my Mommy is within eye-contact distance so that I may gauge the degree of her displeasure and determine an appropriate escalation; i.e., my Palestinian moment).
- My Auntie Inma; great hair, pretty tolerant of me, nobody knows why.
- Pretending to eat coins in order to agitate my Mommy; pretty much the same as scraping stuff on the floor.
- Lights; are they on? are they off? I like to take note of how it always seems to be one or the other. I guess you call it "binary." They are also linked to whether or not I can put the music on the stereo, so I am always attuned to their status.
- Shoes; it's really, REALLY funny to me how sometimes my parents wear them and other times they don't. And I can always know where to locate everybody else's footwear in a pinch. It's good to have conversational touchstones with everybody and, when I find myself at a loss for words, I often resort to the topic of shoes. I know where your's are even if they're not in your feet, I like to choose my own, and I enjoy wearing other people's. Que mas da?
That's about it for now. I'm mostly in the pool these days. Saturday I fell in for a few, brief unattended seconds, but I can paddle like a puppy, so I didn't get too upset. I can practically stroll the boulevard hands-free, which should enable me to go for my August Horchata by my lonesome by the time I head off to the USA in August, which I guess will make it an Horchata Slurpee. Anyway, here are some picture from my recent travails.
- Earrings; whether people wear them or not and the never-satisfactorily-answered "but, why?" wears me out whenever the subject is broached. For the moment, "pendientes" and "earrings" form the nexus of my bilingual sense of being and, with no preamble necessary, I can pick out either word from the mire of unintelligiblity that harnesses my universe.
- Toothbrushes; I love them and usually start my day by requesting an audience with Mommy's and Daddy's so that I may flaunt standard conventions of safety by careening around the homestead with them protuding from my mouth and my unique gait presaging the imminent disaster of my headlong collison with an unforeseen (to me) bookcase.
- Water, water and more water; I love water and don't care who knows it. Whenever I seem to be off on any non sequitor babbling half-remembered names of my relatives, I like to punctuate it with a few nods to, what is for me, the one-and-only liquid form.
- Making hideously obnoxious sounds by scraping plastic toys or Scandinavian blocks designed for other purposes against the floor (this interests me only if my Mommy is within eye-contact distance so that I may gauge the degree of her displeasure and determine an appropriate escalation; i.e., my Palestinian moment).
- My Auntie Inma; great hair, pretty tolerant of me, nobody knows why.
- Pretending to eat coins in order to agitate my Mommy; pretty much the same as scraping stuff on the floor.
- Lights; are they on? are they off? I like to take note of how it always seems to be one or the other. I guess you call it "binary." They are also linked to whether or not I can put the music on the stereo, so I am always attuned to their status.
- Shoes; it's really, REALLY funny to me how sometimes my parents wear them and other times they don't. And I can always know where to locate everybody else's footwear in a pinch. It's good to have conversational touchstones with everybody and, when I find myself at a loss for words, I often resort to the topic of shoes. I know where your's are even if they're not in your feet, I like to choose my own, and I enjoy wearing other people's. Que mas da?
That's about it for now. I'm mostly in the pool these days. Saturday I fell in for a few, brief unattended seconds, but I can paddle like a puppy, so I didn't get too upset. I can practically stroll the boulevard hands-free, which should enable me to go for my August Horchata by my lonesome by the time I head off to the USA in August, which I guess will make it an Horchata Slurpee. Anyway, here are some picture from my recent travails.
posted by Juli La Chuli | 4:56 PM
1 Comments:
Cute cute cute I love that entry. Don't forget that blue doll obsesses you--especially throwing her out of the stroller and making me pick her up or rescue her from a near-death expirience into a Spanish gutter. :)
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