Goodbye Snausage

Today the Snausage went home.  I think in the end, even the Snausage had enough with O’s hyper activity.  Every time he was trying to take a nap, she was on him.  He was even tired.  After she went to bed, he passed out on the couch.  Had to be picked up to be carried in the bedroom.  But now, he is back in suburbia, napping away, with no baby to annoy him.

But there is a little person in the house that does miss him.  O.  She is sad that he is not around.  Every time we talk about him, she goes to the front door and points at it (because that is where he went the other day, and never came back).  Now, she takes her wooden dog to the back door, and points.  I assume to take her doggy out to go potty.

Then I started thinking, how much of what O does is projected on her?  I mean, do you really think she did want to take her wooden dog to go potty outside?  Or it was just a coincidence that she had the doggie in her hand as she was at the back door?  And was just pointing at something totally random in the yard?  Or is she really the SMARTEST BABY EVER???

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About RidgewoodMom

Thirtysomething mom of a baby girl. First and only baby, possibly. First baby amongst my close friends. These are the trials, frustrations and lessons I have learned in raising a single child in New York.
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One Response to Goodbye Snausage

  1. f*rtigova says:

    second.best.post.ever.

    coincidence– not a chance. she is the smartest baby ever.

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