I thought it’d been a while since I’d done a post on my baby brother, so I finally decided to put another one up. Yay!
To my new readers if you want to fimilarize yourself with the names and know what all this is about , please read Baby Bro Post1. As before, I’ll stick to three stories. Try not to laugh too hard at my misery.
1. Let’s hunt some Baji!
Last week, Bob’s sleeping schedule got really screwed up. During those days, I’d be tortured mercilessly by him all night. Everyone’d be asleep but him and I, so you can imagine how it was like. Couldn’t get anything done, same old same old. Anyways, a few days of that and I’d had my fill. One night I was feeling really lethargic and lazy, so I lay in my bed for a few hours and daydreamed. It was fun. I leisurely went through all my fantasies and random thoughts from the day, and the day before that, and the day before that, and even a few from way back in my childhood. Just sayin’, I was daydreaming HEAVILY, like Olympic-level zoning out.
Around midnight, when my mom sent for me to do some chore or something, I pretended I was asleep. This technique worked WONDERS for me. Bob would come in, see I was sleeping, poke me a little to make sure, and LEAVE! It was like a powerful weapon I’d always had but only recently discovered. I pretend-slept through all the before bed-time rituals in my house. I scarcely moved a muscle, I just lay there silently, like a sentient being; listening, understanding, reflecting but unnoticed by all.
My mom finally took Bob to bed. I waited for a while to make absolutely sure that he’d gone to sleep. All was quiet in the house. I tip-toed out of the room, not daring to believe my good luck. I almost danced for joy. Here I was, alone at last, and the night was still young! I relaxed and went to the kitchen for a snack. I had so much to do! So much to watch! But first I had to go to the bathroom. I have NO IDEA WHY, but I felt like going to the one in my mom’s room. I AM A DUMBASS. Everything was quiet, Bob had to be asleep since if he wasn’t he’d have definitely come out. I, very calmly, opened the door to see MY LITTLE BROTHER PLAYING BY HIMSELF ON THE BED, with my mom fast asleep. WHAT THE!%$#!^!%*!!!! NNOOOOOO!!!!
*cute gasp*”Baji!” he exclaimed. Aha! I have found my target!
He immediately started scooting off the bed.
I RAN in the opposite direction and, since I had to go anyway, locked myself in the bathroom across the hall from my room. I barely moved or breathed, so scared was I to be found. I heard him call my name. Closer, closer, till he was right in front of the door. My heart raced.”Baji?” he searched. Where’d she go? I just sat there for like 20 minutes or so, hoping that he’d think it was a dream and go back to mom’s room. No such luck. I made a slight rustling sound. “Baji!” I heard him right outside the door.
Drat. Drat drattedy drat drat. I noisily washed my hands, a sign of defeat. I opened the door, and there he was. I couldn’t stay mad at him. Thank God he’d just learned how to hold a pencil properly. I gave him color pencils and for once he sat quietly and made cool abstract art. I kept a pile of blank sheets with me, to pass onto him every 5 minutes or so. Small price to pay for a bit of peace and quiet at night.
2. Mutual Toothbrushing
God, this was sooo darn cute! Since we both slept late, we both woke up at the same time too. I’d slowly open my eyes and see him. He’d crack his eyes open too, see me, and cuddle. I’d ask him if he wanted to brush his teeth. He loves brushing his teeth, because its the only time when he’s allowed to spit. He loves spitting too. HE can projectile spit at a pretty remarkable distance. Anyways, I, to show him, first put toothpaste on my brush and put it in my mouth. Then I do his. The funny part was that as I did his, he did mine. Well, he didn’t actually do it well, he only tugged a bit and all, but it was still cute. We probably looked pretty stupid, each with their hand on the other’s toothbrush.
3. I can’t really think of anything suitable to write for the third story. He does loads of stuff each day, and we never tire of it since he’s always learning something new to add to his bag of tricks. It’s so interesting to watch him grow and do cute things, but as far is writing about it concerned, I always wonder if I’m going too overboard. Last thing I want to sound like is a gushing mommy (refer to my first post). Does it sound funny or entertaining to the person reading it? Or am I the only one laughing? So yeah, I don’t wanna write a third story. I’ve been SO BUSY over the past few days (I got a job) and I’m probably going to be getting busier. Life’s no fair. I wish I could pause time and spend 15 hours marathon watching shows like 1N2D or Prosecutor Princess. *heavy sigh* Must find a way to keep updating blog and watching dramas. Life would just be too tragic otherwise.