okay, i’ll refrain from accusing you of sucking if you don’t know that song. but i highly suggest you get to know it, because it rocks. my favorite version, by robert earl keen, has more soul than you’ll know what to do with; if you’re a huge pussy, play it safe and try out the more traditional version by norman blake.
so the other night, monkeybeef was playing his favorite game with his daddy: “whassup?” when positiverolemodel walks in the front door, monkeybeef yells “huh duh!” (which, if i suffered from the typical parental delusion that my baby is the smartest baby ever, i would pretend was only a slight mispronunciation of “hi dad!”) and pounds his little butt over to the baby gate, stands on a footstool, and starts trying to crash the gate down (this succeeds roughly 25% of the time, by the way.) when prm drops all his stuff in the hall, he comes over, scoops the baby up, and rolls around on the floor with him, yelling, “whasssssuuuuuup little dawg!” monkeybeef screeches back, “huzzub!” and they wrestle and make faces at each other and get progressively louder and goofier as they exchange whassups (and usually get joined by 1-3 other little boys.)
so as they were playing “whassup” the other night, at some point monkeybeef pulled up to standing on daddy… and let go. and just stood there, not holding onto anything, not even wavering. prm started laughing – his room-filling subwoofer cackle that made the baby cry in terror every time he heard it for his first few months of life – and yelled, “look at you, little man!” and the boy got this absolutely beautiful shit-eating grin on his face… because he knows what’s coming.
at just past a year, he’s now officially the latest walker of all of the brothers. he also has, in a house full of kegheads, the biggest head of all of them. his pediatrician says babies with bigger heads tend to walk later. because apparently, even babies have a pretty good understanding of how gravity works.
