Babies just don't care. They don't care if you are tired, they don't care if you haven't finished your coffee yet, they don't care if you haven't had a shower today, they don't care about your needs. But they definitely do care about their own needs, if they have a whim or fancy it is the most all important matter of business and it must be tended to immediately! Or else they will scream their head off so that whatever it is you are doing becomes less consequential then whatever it is that they want to do. I must say that I do not consider this quality of babies to be one of the more charming aspects of the life phase we all journey, but it comes with the territory. I happen to be boss of this territory and quite experienced with the demands of the little narcissists, they laugh at me when I holler back, they don't know what to think of the woman that waits, the woman that knows they are just fine and will be just fine for 5 more minutes while I finish whatever important task it is that I am doing. Right now it is finishing my coffee.
Then I will dress the baby, and take the baby for a walk, and find out what is going on with the newly hatched guinea keets. We had a broody hen in the guinea coop, and the kids just came in hollering that we have baby guineas!!!! We have baby guineas!!!! I wasn't sure if the eggs were fertile because I can't tell the male guineas apart from the female guineas, but the guineas apparently know the difference :) And in spite of all the very observant folks around here we were also very surprised to find out that this newly hatched brood is not from the cooped hen!!! There was a secret broody hen that is now proudly displaying her month of confinement!!!! I have no idea what to do. I have heard that mother guineas are not the most nurturing creatures and that many people raise the keets apart from their mothers, I think that is probably the best idea considering that we already have too many guineas in my opinion and they will be nearly impossible to catch pretty soon. So....... I will finish my coffee and tackle all problems in the correct order of importance. Well, at least I will try.......
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I'm glad you have figured out babies. Now, how about teenagers?
Guess you will have to check back with me in a few years. Very rarely do I make contact with teenagers and when I do it is generally brief and they are generally quiet, but it won't be long before I will have a houseful and when my house is full of them the neighborhood seems likely to be teenager land as well, a lot of the neighbors are my childrens ages.
I am not ready for the talk of teenagers...
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