Angry Baby is a growing little glowworm. For months she’s enjoyed playing, laughing and interacting with people, objects even animals. But a strange and curious new trait is emerging and I don’t know whether to jump for joy or scream like a victim in a horror movie, my child DEMANDS my eye-contact.
As I write this, she is sitting next to me batting at the keyboard. These aren’t bats of play or excitement at the lights and sounds whirring from my laptop. No, it’s a much more malicious “get this crap away from you,” bat, actually she just pushed said laptop.
Angry Baby wants eye-contact. She has to make sure I’m not paying attention to anything else in this world when she is around. I can hear you now: Way to go dipstick, you spoiled her. Thanx haters, but I don’t think so. She’s been trained to self-soothe and actually was not that into anyone for the better part of 6 months.
I’m sure this is an attachment phase of some sort. Yes, it’s sweet and heartwarming that she is starting to realize I’m here to “mind the store,” but it’s a little bizarre to have those big blue saucers burn holes into the side of my face until I stop
watching Judge Judy whatever it is I was doing, and return the eye contact.
Of course I love Angry Baby, and I am THRILLED she is starting to show signs of give-a-crap. But I often find myself quoting the philosopher Pee Wee Herman, from his CLASSIC TOUR DE FORCE Pee Wee’s Big Adventure: “Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer!”