The One Glaring at You

Anybody who has ever known me at all knows that I am no social butterfly.  I'm shy upon meeting people, and I keep a fairly small circle of very close friends.  Basically, I am a dictionary definition for introvert.  Lydia apparently got this particular gene of mine, and seeing a baby introvert is both fascinating and hilarious.

Lydia's introversion primarily makes itself noticable at Walmart and on Sunday mornings at church.  In fact, for the past few Sundays at church, Lydia has managed to go the entire 2 to 3 hours we're there without smiling at a single person.  What is sad is that people are trying to get smiles out of her.  That are trying hard, but this kid doesn't know the meaning of a cheap laugh.  I don't know how many times at Walmart or church or the Y or the library someone has come up doing baby talk and a little tickle only to get a cold, assessing stare out of my daughter.  Of course, as soon as we enter our house and it is just Mom, Dad, and Shep, she is all smiles and giggles.    For a visual, here is a picture of Lydia in her Sunday best giving her now famous Sunday look.

I know a lot of people worry if they see that their kid is going to be an introvert, but I'm completely okay with it.  I figure that introversion has served me pretty well in life, and I'm sure Lydia will navigate it's waters just fine.  And in ode to the adorable little personality I see developing in my petite munchkin, here are a few of the things I imagine Lydia is thinking while she is making so many baby lovers feel an inch tall after there failed attempts at getting a smile or a giggle:


-Who exactly are you?

-I'm not ticklish there.

-This is probably wasting both of our time.

-My brother can make that sound, also, and he's two.

-That wasn't bad, but I've seen funnier.

-I've had gas bubbles that made me laugh more.

-Personal space, people.

-Technically, yes, you could hold me, but with mom and dad here to hold me, I can hardly see the point.

-I'm sorry, was that meant to impress.