Not So Cute While Shrieking
Not my Best Day Ever. Baby started off on this crying jag that lasted WAAAY too long. We tried bouncing, rocking, swaying, walking, sitting, lying down, swinging, inside, outside, on her back, on her tummy, in her crib, in her vibrating chair and in her "activity gym." Despite the fact that she cried whether I was holding her her not, she was incredibly insulted when I set her down and walked away to warm up a bottle. Shrieking liek whoa.
They get that look on their faces, don't they? That "I can NOT believe you have the audacity to put me down!" sort of look. So I started singing while I made my lunch and she screamed away in her bouncy chair. "ONE GLAD MORNING WHEN THIS LIFE IS O'ER," I sang forcefully. "I WILL TOTALLY FLY AWAY."
I matched her for volume a few times, but then got busy eating my PB&J resentfully at her. Didn't know you could eat a sandwich at someone, did you? Well, I did. She got me back for it when she capped off her fit by puking on her clothes, my clothes, and the leather couch. With much "told you so" attitude, I grimly cleaned it up, and informed her that this was what happens when you cry constantly. Your poor body rebels in addition to your nanny.
She finally fell asleep an hour or so before BabyMom got home, at which point she woke up and grinned cheerfully at me. Do you have no memory, Devil Child? Mere hours ago, you despised me with the heat of a thousand suns.
They get that look on their faces, don't they? That "I can NOT believe you have the audacity to put me down!" sort of look. So I started singing while I made my lunch and she screamed away in her bouncy chair. "ONE GLAD MORNING WHEN THIS LIFE IS O'ER," I sang forcefully. "I WILL TOTALLY FLY AWAY."
I matched her for volume a few times, but then got busy eating my PB&J resentfully at her. Didn't know you could eat a sandwich at someone, did you? Well, I did. She got me back for it when she capped off her fit by puking on her clothes, my clothes, and the leather couch. With much "told you so" attitude, I grimly cleaned it up, and informed her that this was what happens when you cry constantly. Your poor body rebels in addition to your nanny.
She finally fell asleep an hour or so before BabyMom got home, at which point she woke up and grinned cheerfully at me. Do you have no memory, Devil Child? Mere hours ago, you despised me with the heat of a thousand suns.