You know how new parents always gush over ANYTHING and EVERYTHING their child does? Well, I did that with LilZ. And I thought I was the WORST offender of this EVER. Until I saw MrZ find ways to actually BRAG about things a 9 week old child is doing. He actually says to visitors, “Watch this…she’ll tell me she loves me…” and he’ll say (in his baby voice) “I LOVE YOU” over and over until NikkiZ makes a sound like “Ahahhh Oooohhh Mmmmbbabap” in return. At which time MrZ will look at you and say, “SEE?”
He tells anyone and everyone who will listen about her most recent advances in the world of infant development. “Look! She kicks her legs when you change her now!” or “Guess what? She’s crying REAL TEARS now!”
It is so damn cute.
But tonight? He hit an extreme. And you will just have to trust me that this really happened because it is going to sound like I’m making it up.
MrZ’s brother came over to our house tonight. He was holding NikkiZ and she kept pooting and farting and pooping and tooting and all sorts of lovely sounds errupting from her nether regions. MrZ took NikkiZ to her room to change her and said, “Hey, have you seen her poopy diapers? They’re great. They look like orange cottage cheese.”
AND HE WAS SERIOUS.
He was actually petitioning his brother to check out his daughter’s poopy diapers because he thought they were super cool and needed to be shown to the world. And of course his brother did the polite thing and followed him into the nursery to see the phenomena that was his niece’s dirty diaper. Instead of doing what I would have done and said, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?”
My husband. A. DOR. A. BLE.