Did I take care of Tater?! Yesh I did!

Posted on March 8, 2013
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I got back to New York late last night after spending a week with my family and Tater. I specifically say “and Tater” because I feel the need to specify that we have a new member of our family whom I’m starting to favor…obviously…and I don’t care who knows!

You guys, Tater is ridiculous and I can’t even believe how much I love her. Of course I had a feeling that I would be fond of my sister’s future children, but I still can’t wrap my head around this whole new permanent person that has stolen everyone’s heart with her sparkly brown eyes and toothless smile.

Uzma’s medical exam was split over two days so Tater and I had a sleepover in my room both nights before so Uzma could get some rest. I thought we were going to do it up all wild and crazy straight Awesome Aunty: Don’t Tell Your Mom style, but Tater and I both fell asleep around 11 p.m. so there’s not much to report there. Except for the fact that Tater smiles in her sleep and coos when she wakes up and talks to me about her day in the most expressive baby way.

Admittedly, I was doing this really annoying thing all week where I kept asking Tater rhetorical questions about what she was doing. Like she’d smile and/or coo I’d be all, “Did you smile at me?! Are you talking to me?!” and then she’d burp and I’d be like, “Did you burp?!” or she’d need a diaper change and I’d say, “Do you need your dip changed?!”

It was like I didn’t even know myself.

I’ve never been a big believer in “baby talk,” but now that there’s a baby in our family I realize that talking to a 3 month old like they’re 5 just sounds like you’re being a jack ass. I mean, who wouldn’t ask a baby a rhetorical question?

A JACK ASS THAT’S WHO.

You can’t walk up to a 3 month old and in a talk to them in a phone voice. I mean, it’s a baby, not the customer service guy from Citibank.  Of course I heard my high-pitched squawks and made up songs and random baby babble and I’m going to say something I never thought I’d say: I LIKED IT.

Truthfully I still find baby talk fairly irritating, but I figure it has a limited shelf life so you  might as well indulge while you can. Although I have a strange feeling Tater will know exactly where our entire family is sitting at her college graduation. We’ll be the ones with the giant signs that read: DID YOU GRADUATE?! YESH YOU DID!

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