At the all-you-can-eat sushi today, we had a high-chair brought as I needed both hands to shove food into my mouth. First thing she does, face down, sucking on the crotch strap. It was all gooky to start from every other kid doing the same thing. Eeeeeew. After unsuccessfully offering her a toy or rag of her own (disregard Sophie, lick manky old chair), I took her into my lap where she proceeded to make pterodactyl noises. HONEY. Come on. Have a boob, NO BOOB. Here, look out the window, old lady waves back and makes faces at you. Take to toilet, DRY. Let pee. Return. Give to my friend. Suddenly happy. WHAT?
Sometimes she sits on my lap so easily as I play computer. Helps if I play music and dance her to the tune, give her my thumbs to hold. Of course, this prevents me from getting anything done.
Silly baby. Why couldn't you have had fussy time as I played computer, and calm stare-y time when we were out in public?
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