May 25, 2011
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When I think about the word baby, the first thoughts that come to my mind are: weak, vulnerable, innocent, and wanting to be loved. Cute is an afterthought.
Babies are a lot of effort. Eat. Poop. Sleep. Cry. Repeat. 24/7 commitment. L-O-V-E.
Me as a baby. I don’t remember being a baby really. Yet, I have been told I fell out of my crib a lot.
I did not like being a baby. Helpless. That is not a good state to be in.
Yet as soon as I could crawl up the stairs I remember having a lot of fun. I loved crawling up the stairs. I could crawl up those golden carpeted stairs all day. I remember the carpet scratched and burned, but I did not care one bit. I believe I fell down the stairs a lot, but they were carpeted and it was the early 70s – when parents were more nonchalant.
Once I could crawl, I was fearless. All boy in a baby girl body.
