Monday, October 27, 2008

Have I lost my "cool card"?

I laughed and nodded simultaneously as I read a story about Foo Fighters' Dave Grohl's social transformation now that he's a dad. I felt one with him, except for the fact that he's a ridiculously wealthy, worldy rock star with a tour bus that's probably bigger than my house.
Here's what he told PEOPLE magazine: "We don't talk about how much we drank last night [anymore],"(Now) it's how much sleep we got, how much sleep the baby got, diaper rash, formula. We used to go on the road for three months at a time. It's a struggle for me to leave for even 12 days. I realized the life I always imagined beginning once the band ended has to begin now."
I have really tried to not become one of THOSE parents. You know, the ones that would like to do nothing other than talk incessantly about every little thing they're kids are doing. I do fall into this trap more with moms because I feel like they're probably dying to talk about what happens in their daily lives, too, or at least to talk to someone who isn't wearing diapers.
Eric and I have only recently reintroduced more adult conversation with each other, mostly political blabber and something related to an odd YouTube video we saw that our kids shouldn't see, but made us laugh maniacally.
Actually these are the moments I need more of. I love to talk about Thing 1 and Thing 2 and the amazing things they've been doing - speaking in multi-word sentences, pooping in the potty on rare occassions, etc. But that's my general state of speaking! I need more of the pre-kid talk in my verbage for my own mental health and continued brain activity if for nothing else.
I also am thankful that Eric and I have never chosen to entertain any baby talk with our kids. We talk to them like the people that they are and now that some words are above their understanding, but that "boo-boo" and cutesy words with overaccentuated rolling rs are not part of the English language. Thing 1 and Thing 2 stare at us in horror when people speak to them like they're "wittle, wittle babies." Puke.