Hey Pandas, What Is The Weirdest Thing You Did As A Baby? (Closed)

I don't remember anything of me. But my mom tells me this story: when my sister had 1 month old or something (it could be more up to 4 months or maybe a year) We as a family were eating in a chinese restaurant. Randomly my sister began talking to another baby. A chinese baby the same age my sister. All restaurant remain in silence while 2 babies were talking. Then, at same time began to laugh.

I wasn't exactly a baby, but closer to 3-5. I apparently just learned how to use the bathroom by myself, and my mom had some kind of meeting going on in the living room, so I brought my plastic potty to the living room and took a s**t in front of everyone.

That would probably have to be a tie between two different things (I was one year or less, I think, for both).
One was the fact that I whistled. Tunelessly, but I whistled. People never believed my mom when she told them I was the one whistling.
The second would be the time that some woman leaned over my stroller/carriage to look at me. I guess I thought she was too close, and I roared/snarled at her. The woman was shocked, but my mom just said, 'oh, well, she's a Leo'.

I didn’t crawl when I was a baby. I scooted on my butt. My mom says it looked like I was flying.

The strangest thing I did (and still do) and apparently it's hereditary. I rock in my sleep. Like on my side, side to side. Supposedly I broke a crib or two when I was small doing this. I still do it to this day. My fiance has figured out very quickly that all he has to do is touch me and I'll stop. As I get older I think it has to do with stress, maybe self soothing as a child (long story) I heard my father also does this and broke cribs when he was a child as well. It was really embarrassing when I was dating because every serious relationship I'd have to warn them about it. I still sometimes have issues with it if I'm at a friends house and they're like just crash in my bed with me I don't care, and I'm like....ummmm. I am not sure why I'm embarrassed about it, it's stupid. But it is what it is

When I was four years old, I taught myself to tie my shoes, in one nap time.

Backstory: I have sensory issues that my mother took as being deliberately difficult (this was in the '60s). I had very sensitive feet and hated having my socks crumpled or tight on my toes. Mom would cram on my shoes, I would complain and Mom would get upset.

One day, when she put me in bed for a nap, I demanded to have my shoes with me. She left and I figured out how to tie the laces, because I remembered how she did it. From then on, I wouldn't let anyone else put my shoes on.

I wasn't an infant but a toddler, in a park a dog a bit me so I ran after it and bit it back.

Back in the early 70s when I was a toddler, my mom noticed that whenever I got mad or frustrated, I would cry until I turned blue and then I would just crumple to the floor. Of course she was horrified and thought I had some kind of brain issue so she took me to all kinds of doctors and specialists to try and figure out what was wrong. Finally, one doctor told my mom "There's nothing wrong with your child, she's holding her breath until she passes out." My mom asked "Why on earth would she do that?" the doctor replied "She's just stubborn." Apparently it's just a phase some toddlers go through when they get frustrated that they can't adequately express their feelings.

Weird and dangerous: my mom caught me sticking a black metal hair clip (those that are really thin) into a wall socket.

Oh, it’s a toss up. My older sibling was almost 3, and very precocious, by time I started learning my first words. Did I start with mama? Dada? Noooooope - “Oh sh*t, [sib name]”.

Or there was the time said bro scaled a fireplace to get to a stick that my dad had used to light something. It still had an ember, and dad had put it way up in a safe place to prevent child and fire. Did not work for child. Said child then carried the stick in to bedroom to get me out of my crib, setting it down on a crib bumper that immediately caught fire. Mom ran in freaking out, only to find me on the floor and and giggling - “See pwetty?”

My sister and I enjoyed rolling around in the curtains. For some reason.

i didnt crawl with my knees bent, i crawled with them straightened. like that yoga pose. i learned how to crawl from our dogs i guess

Apparently, as a very young baby, my Mom left me for a couple of minutes safely in a space with baby fencing around me, in our living room. When she returned, she discovered I had reached into my dirty diaper and created a village of little poop people.

Between ages 2 and 4, I would just walk up to adults at random, put a pinky in the air, and wiggle it saying, “I know”. No one in my family knows where it came from and everyone thought it was super eerie because there was no telling when it was going to happen and some people would get pretty freaked out.

My mom said that as a baby I didn’t crawl forward at first, I crawled backwards. And to go forward I would be in a sitting position and wiggle my legs and hop my rear up and down. Unfortunately this was over 45 years ago and video cameras weren’t cheap so there isn’t video evidence of it. I would have loved to have seen it.

Apparently I was a slippery toddler with sleeping problems. Slippery because I constantly climbed and fell out of my crib, or I got stuck myself stuck between the bars... My dad removed a bar so that could 'escape' but at least I wouldn't hurt myself falling down or getting stuck. The solution to my sleeping problems was to put me in a hammock: I fell out every night but I slept through, so they put several mattresses under the hammock :P

I used to eat clay out of the wall of my native house constructed with mud...

Apparently when I was an infant I liked to sleep with my head hanging backwards off of things. Edge of pillow, side of couch, anywhere they put me I would wiggle until I found something I could hang my head off of. One day my great grandma got really mad at my dad for not holding me right and he said "She likes it! Watch!" And he scooted me down into a normal baby hold only for me to promptly scoot and wiggle until I could hang my head off his elbow! To my knowledge I have no permanent neck damage...

Hid from god if I ever lied or broke something.

I escaped death 3 times. Twice by stopping breathing and had to be resuscitated and the third time i swallowed a 9 inch screw that somehow passed right through me. My mother only realised that I had swallowed it when she found it in my nappy.