I was curious to find out why such a video was ever made or posted to the internet. So I looked it up. And now I'm sorry I did. He who learns must suffer.
Anyway . . . Life Down Under. Not much to learn about that one, which is fine by me.
I don't hear her as drunk. ricpic hits it with love vibes. Her enjoyment surrounds the babe, in a full on sensory experience of hearing, sight, touch in an atmosphere of belonging, safety, and enjoyment with repeating sounds, silliness and the vibration of laughter present.
A triple dipple trifecta of present moment goodness.
Maybe I am not good at reading the baby's cues correctly, but in the bit of that braying video I could tolerate I got the sense that that child wanted to get as far away from that old broad's death grip as he could. I imagined the reek of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey would be horrifying to a child who has a sense of smell or decorum. He kept looking at his mother with longing in his eyes "SAVE ME!" he seemed to implore.
Her wheezing laughter was the clincher - John Player Specials, unfiltered, inhaled over the course of a lifetime would make one's lungs sound like that.
OK It did sound like a smoker's laugh, and she was having her own good time. Maybe the whole thing was a wonky set-up to showcase the grandma with the little guy used as the prop. Even so, it wasn't hurting him any to be enveloped in whatever smellz, feelz and soundz were part of that scenario. There's worse places to sit and while away the time between sleeping, eating eliminating and learning to focus the mind and muscles.
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Well, she's having a great time anyway. And the tot's picking up her love vibes. No such wonderful warmth from my Granny.
Go home granny, you're drunk.
Look at the head of hair on the kid.
Just like Grandma.
I was curious to find out why such a video was ever made or posted to the internet. So I looked it up. And now I'm sorry I did. He who learns must suffer.
Anyway . . . Life Down Under. Not much to learn about that one, which is fine by me.
I don't hear her as drunk. ricpic hits it with love vibes. Her enjoyment surrounds the babe, in a full on sensory experience of hearing, sight, touch in an atmosphere of belonging, safety, and enjoyment with repeating sounds, silliness and the vibration of laughter present.
A triple dipple trifecta of present moment goodness.
Maybe I am not good at reading the baby's cues correctly, but in the bit of that braying video I could tolerate I got the sense that that child wanted to get as far away from that old broad's death grip as he could. I imagined the reek of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey would be horrifying to a child who has a sense of smell or decorum. He kept looking at his mother with longing in his eyes "SAVE ME!" he seemed to implore.
Her wheezing laughter was the clincher - John Player Specials, unfiltered, inhaled over the course of a lifetime would make one's lungs sound like that.
OK It did sound like a smoker's laugh, and she was having her own good time. Maybe the whole thing was a wonky set-up to showcase the grandma with the little guy used as the prop. Even so, it wasn't hurting him any to be enveloped in whatever smellz, feelz and soundz were part of that scenario. There's worse places to sit and while away the time between sleeping, eating eliminating and learning to focus the mind and muscles.
I felt bad for the little person - the grabby granny had a death grip on him. He-haw!
Okay, this had me laughing pretty hard along with her. Unusual book, something for kids and adults.
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