Friday, January 6th, 2012
Somewhere between an outdated Mike Tyson joke and a sarcastic reference to the Twilight series is the knowledge that today, my 13 month-old bit two other kids at his daycare.
How was I supposed to respond when my wife told me about it?
A) Oh no! Not our son! WHAT DO WE DO?!
B) Well… well… I didn’t teach him to do that? Did you?
C) Alright then, tonight when I get home I’m going to sit him down and have a serious talk with him. Plus, his punishment will be that he can’t play with our cell phones for a week!
What was my actual response? I laughed. Yeah, I’ve already established the fact that I have this unfortunate habit of encouraging my son’s bad behavior by laughing and applauding him for it. But seriously, it’s not like he bites us.
So where did he learn to bite his peers?
Maybe from them. Maybe he’s just trying out his newly received teeth?
Or maybe he’s just a baby and that’s just one of the weird things some toddlers do? That’s my vote.
Am I supposed to feel guilty that my son bit two of his friends today? Should I feel some urge to further explain or research his behavior?
Nah, he’ll be fine.
Or will he… now that he has a taste for true blood? (Insert clever Twilight reference here.)
Image: Red apple with bite, via Shutterstock.
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Thursday, December 30th, 2010
It’s a sort of eery feeling getting up at 1:30 AM, 3:30 AM, and/or 5:30 AM every morning to feed and change Jack. While it’s still dark and quiet, while I’m only “awake” enough to put the word in quotation marks, and while my memory barely records the routine actions taking place during the twilight, I’m sure I’m subconsciously looking for something out of the ordinary. As I hold Jack in one arm and his bottle in the other, the dimly lit room casts a strange shadow on his face. Sometimes when I look at him during this time I get a little creeped out. In this situation he reminds me of a baby version of the Cowardly Lion in the Wizard of Oz (played by the Jewish actor Bert Lahr); that movie and the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, though they are both wonderful classic movies, have always freaked me out a bit. On a similar note, it also seems like I’m taking care of a little old man, with his receding hairstyle (Jack Nicholson style), his chubby cheeks, and his baby-version-of-cussing-somebody-out cries when he’s really hungry and his diaper is wet.
To make matters more theatrical, there are times when I am taking care of him during the middle of the night when it’s like he peeks around my shoulder and sees something and gets this calm yet curious look on his face. Does he see something? A guardian angel? Jesus? Maybe the ghost of Bert Lahr?
I wouldn’t be surprised if babies can see into the spiritual realm. It could make sense in a way; babies are completely innocent. They are unaware of damning traps like pride and greed. I could see how a baby is naturally closer to Heaven than we adults are. Sometimes I envy the things my baby may be seeing. But then again, it would be just another thing to spook me in the middle of the night. It seems every account I can immediately think of in the Bible where an angelic being spoke to a human, the angel always had to start the conversation out with “Do not be afraid…” But Jack isn’t scared by whatever he is seeing around me that I am less aware; if he’s actually seeing anything supernatural at all.
Bert Lahr as The Cowardly Lion:
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