My Baby Genius Can Speak Octopus
You may have noticed that I’ve been slowing down with the posts lately. That’s because the boy doesn’t like to nap. Correction: The boy doesn’t like to nap unless he’s being held lovingly by a parent person. Mama needs hands free for bloggin’, kid.
What to do when I need a break? I’m not ready to park him in front of baby TV (OK, except for the occasional Koi Pond on the iPad). But what else can entertain a baby for twenty minutes at a time? Say hello to Lamaze® Octotunes. This little octopus has been through three kids in my family – my niece, Olive, and now Ozzie – and the effect on babies is uncanny. It’s like a pre-Elmo Elmo. The kids just instinctively know they like it.
If I plunk Ozzie down next to his octopus, he’ll just stare and smile and grab and babble for a longer stretch of time than he does anything else that doesn’t require two grown-up arms.
Sure, you can squeeze the legs and make some music, but that’s not really how it gets played with around here, unless Olive comes by to make some noise for Ozzie. All it really needs to do is sit there. For this, I’m grateful.
Bonus? It smells like vanilla. Even after about 9 years.
Wait… should I be worried about that?

