Serious Ramblings

Do you ever wonder what babies are thinking when they make faces like this?

Or this...

I ask PDG often what he is thinking, but I generally just get him laughing at me, continuing to stare, or looking around wildly for something new to fixate on.  

He's so serious, no?  There must be important ideas floating through that growing brain of his.  A cure for cancer?  A solution to the achievement gap? A perfect career path for his mama?

Or, more likely, just gas bubbles.  And curiosity about all the colors on my fanciphone cover. (I must say, the  vibrancy of this cover makes eye contact in photos pretty phenomenal).

Regardless, we have nonsensical, one-sided conversations that only people stuck for 10 hours per day alone with a nonverbal human can fully appreciate. For example:

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Whatcha looking at?  The fanciphone cover?  Oooh, you like the colors?  Mommy likes the colors too.  See, there's pink and purple and blue and mauve.  Or, is that mauve?  I don't know.  You don't know either do you, silly.  No, you have no idea.  You would believe mauve is like suave.  And you're suave.  What?  You don't think so?  Yes you are.  You're so suave.  And one day mommy is going to have to chase the girls away from you.  So suave like mauve.  You think that's funny?  Suave like mauve.  Suave like mauve.  Suave mauve, suave mauve.  You'll be so suave in your mauve clothes that mommy will have to say "no." No girls come chasing after my PDG.  Mommy doesn't want to be a grandma so young.  No no no.  No suave mauve grandbabies for mommy. No suave mauve - oh!  Was that gas?  Did you toot?  My little toot-toot-tooting suave mauve monster. Let's check your diaper.

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