Happy Burp-Day

Tonight I witnessed something both impressive and terrifying as Connor learned a new skill. Tonight Connor taught himself, how to burp. All by himself. At the dinner table. Jorma and I had the same reaction to it, which was to ignore it, lest Connor decide that it might be something to he can add to his repertoire.

The repertoire is something that I like to think of as, “The Make Mommy Scream Collection”. This is a collection of sounds and body movements, that if done for a long enough or loud enough period of time, it’s just enough to make Mommy snap. But not enough of a snap to say, spank a bottom… rather just enough snap to put one in time out. Put one who is laughing in time out, because he just made Mommy disgruntled. BY SCREAMING THE WORD, “BLAH” OVER AND OVER WHILE DANCING AROUND ME, WITH HIS TOUNGUE HANGING OUT. It is such a blatant display and obvious attempt to annoy that I just can’t let it go. Not only is he annoying me, he is trying to annoy me… Now I’m not sure what the reason is. Maybe he’s bored, maybe he’s suddenly decided that Mommy is his new human experiment. Or maybe, after spending hours and hours with him a day, he still decides he hasn’t had enough attention and settles for whatever he can get… or maybe he’s just three.

So tonight at the table, he burped over, and over and over. Now that’s impressive for a three year old, I think. I didn’t learn to make myself burp until I was at least 10 and then I only learned it because the neighborhood boys taught me how. Connor figured it out in about 10 seconds. How in the hell am I going to get this kid to use his powers for good?