Natterie

Natalie swore she wanted to watch the Tar Heels, then she spent the whole time being in the way of the TV, or climbing on me, or talking incessantly, or using her tongue to make that incredibly annoying sound she's so fond of and she usually reserves for drowning out Graham, or waving her magic wand around really close to Graham's head so that I would yell at her, or doing her gymnastics on the floor right in front of the TV, etc. And she's surprised when she gets a time out.

It's understandable for a kid such as herself (ie. w/younger sibling) to be continually needy for and competing for attention. In some ways it's pretty impressive because it calls for such tremendous stamina to be so consistently annoying over a long time span.

But it's particularly interesting when this tendency persists into adulthood, when deep insecurity holds on for so long that there's a constant need to comment on everything, as if something doesn't exist if you haven't talked about it, giving rise to a sort of continual play by play of existence. I guess it's the oral equivalent of having a blog and incessantly updating it everyday and then monitoring traffic closely.