I am sitting here on my laptop on a Saturday night, getting ready to work on a presentation for work. You are so jealous of my life right? Oh wait, it gets better…you saw the title didn’t you?
Before beginning aforementioned presentation, I decided I should do my blog post for tomorrow. But before I could even get started on that, I became distracted by the nearly identical scabs on each of my elbows (long story that I will not go into). I have been a little bit obsessed with said scabs for the entire week I have had them since apparently I knock my elbows on on various objects a lot of damn times a day. It got to the point that I literally planned my outfits around scab protection.
Cannot wear this t-shirt, I need at least 3/4-length sleeves.
Better find a different skirt to wear because all of the tops that match do not protect elbow scabs.
The obsession is culminating in a session of scab picking. You all just groaned when you read that right? I know, TMI and Gross! But I am not going to mark this post as a TMI because I plan to go somewhere else with it. Before doing so, I must mention that these scabs are creating the absolutely perfect picking scenario…large enough chunks, you get some meat with each pick. Not blood-inducing. Andy is not here to be grossed out by the carnage or the shrapnel. No worry about scars on my elbows, they are already all pruney anyway. Pure scab picking awesomeness!
Alas, I need to get to my point. What does one do about activities like scab picking which we as parents and role models enjoy yet do not want our little sponges to inherit?
Belén is such a little mimic these days, I feel like I am counting the days until she repeats something I will not be proud of. For goodness sakes, she can point to the red bird, the blue horse, the yellow duck, the teacher and the brown bear on the final page of her favorite book, Brown Bear, Brown Bear. She clearly is learning from what we say and do around her each day.
Andy and I watched that movie Babies Friday night, which if you have not seen or heard about it is a documentary following four babies in very different cultures from birth to one-year old. Even within the first year of life, the baby from Namibia is so incredibly different from the baby in Tokyo, Mongolia or San Francisco. It is fascinating and I highly recommend watching the movie. It also, brings home the point of how much nurture plays a part in who these little people become.
So does this mean that in an effort to not teach her bad habits, I should hide every habit, word or thought I do not want to pass on from our daughter? Kids are smart, they pick up on so much, is it even possible to hide it?
I can already picture the conversation, “But…mommy picks her scabs too.”
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