Typing on my phone right now. It makes me feel uneasy how every sentence is properly capitalized at the start. Kind of makes this blog post too formal; and me seem kind of stuck up. Not that i have anything against people who cross their t’s and dot their i’s to perfection but, you know, that’s not me. I like the casualness of small caps. The free flow it gives me as i type. But this freaking phone (no, really, i love this phone.) Has OCD so i’ll just let it be.
Besides, looks kind of fun to see capital letters randomly popping out of nowhere. Like in that last sentence up there, in case you haven’t noticed. We’ll see how this goes.
So anyway, i bought raven some toys yesterday. Although bought is such a passive word to use. Because the truth is, it was closer to panic–buying than anything else.
Because my older sister was like, “poor raven. how come she doesn’t have any toys? She needs the stimulation.”
In my head i was thinking:
1. isn’t my face stimulation enough?
2. OMIGOD, WHAT IF MY KID TURNS OUT TO BE INTELLECTUALLY DISADVANTAGED?!
Before somebody reports me to the authorities for child neglect, i did plan on getting raven some toys. Just when she’s older. And have you been to toys ‘r us? The sheer amount and variety of toys there are astounding. Half the time i couldn’t help but ask what they’re for and how exactly they contribute to a child’s development.
Because i guess i’m the kind of mom who promotes her child’s creativity through raw art. I mean getting little fingers and faces dirty with paint. and maybe a bit of a carboard box rides too.
Just as i’m the kind of mom who finds it really funny when her baby’s head is stuck in her singlet when she’s getting her ready so they can buy those freaking toys already.
Seriously, between me and my kid, i reckon i’m the one with the developmental delay.