Yesterday I got to play with my eight-month-old nephew! He has two teeth and two more coming in. All on the bottom so he looks like Mr. Magoo. We crawled on the floor. We made funny sounds, and he used me as a human jungle gym. And then I realized… I function at the same basic level as my eight-month-old nephew. All I want to do is roll on the floor and be cuddle and played with. And I want to be fed and sleep in a warm bed. But really, rolling on the floor is enough to keep me happy for hours.
I don’t know if that is a good thing or not. I am essentially a baby who can walk and type. I’m going to go play with pumpkins now. Also one of my nephew’s favorite activities.