Wednesday, January 23, 2008

3 .. 2.. 1.. Contact!

It took almost seven months, but it finally happened. Miss M was all up in Mr. Baby's grill (as usual), being loud and aggressively "lovey" (as usual), and he was just sitting there placidly in his high chair (as usual), trying to digest a single grain of brown rice. Miss M translated "stop yelling at your brother" to mean "try making another really loud noise near your brother," and so she began singing.

"I'M GONNA GET YOU, YOU BETTER RUN, I'M GONNA GET YOU, HERE I ..."

THWACK!

No, that wasn't the sound of Miss M's head exploding from its own vibrations. It was Mr. Baby, wielding his ducky spoon and taking perfect aim at Miss M's cheekbone. Yes, the little man finally fought back. And he knew it, too. As Miss M sat screaming and crying tears of befuddlement, he just looked at her, raised his barely visible eyebrows and grinned his biggest gummy grin. And as the responsible, peace-loving parents, we waited until Miss M stomped off to her room to give him a high-five.

6 comments:

Stephanie said...

Peace loving or not, you have to be glad your baby can stick up for himself. At least that's what we tell ourselves when Chloe starts preemptively wailing on Connor.

Chip said...

Yes, I have to admit that I am secretly highly amused when Chloe starts wildly smacking Connor.

Sweet Sassy Molassy said...

Way to go, Mr. Baby. It sounds like the dawn of a whole new era.

warren said...

Shhh...remember Rules #1 and #2 of Baby Fight Club. Btw, was it a left or right hook?

Secret Agent Mom said...

Left. That's my boy!

Stacey Greenberg said...

surely hammy and/or M has done SOMETHING bloggable in february!!