Sunday, October 28, 2007
Mayson's morning
seewaw.Shish, shish, shish. chacha.cat cat. deh deh. MUMMMY! ha-ha-harses. ma-mummy. Pabo? pabo? PAABBOOO (crying). phone. dawgs, dawgs. muuuummmy, are you? shish, shish, doh, doh. BAALL!!! wrus, wrus. CHA-CHA. doin? CHA-CHA. Hi. harses. Dadoo, up pees. up pees. pup. she. Daddy? dis, dis, dis. up. punkin, punkin.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
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Sunday, October 21, 2007
Baby is Back
Well, I have returned from the Great White north and I have lived to tell the tale. Actually, not much tale to tell. Spent a week or so hanging with the fam in GP, eating lots of pie and apple crisp to the point that I have now committed to do half marathon training with my friend just to work it all off. But it sure was good, and we had lots of fun. Travelling always, always, always ends in May-may having a big fat ugly cold that causes her to fear bedtime, cry uncontrollably (which is HIGHLY unusual for bedtime), and be a general bad nighttime companion. I am so very happy to say tonight is the first night in at least 7 that she went to bed without a crying fit. YAY, I have my baby back! It is so much harder to have her cry at bedtime now than when she was 6 or 8 months old because now she is wailing in an emotionally wounded horrified tone "MUUMMMMYYYY, MUMMY, MUMMMY, mummy?" Ugggh, knife through the heart that one.
But while that baby is back, a new one has stopped by to visit our house, the baby that hits mummy, and occasionally nanny and daddy. I don't like this baby and would like to send it back but no one seems to know who it's parents are. I have given this baby a stern talking to, given it time out on the steps and couch, and tried ignoring it. I think the most effective to date is the firm holding of the hitting hands with a stern warning and if that fails the walking away trick is next. The hitting baby usually ends up in a crying heap of frustration, tries hitting the cupboard or tile floor and then realizes hitting these objects is less satisfying than the slap of human skin so the hitting baby gives up. Also paying visits are persistent-whining-to-see-if-I-can-get-to-watch-Backyardigans-in-the-truck baby, I-will-not-eat-anything-but-rice,-yogurt,-and-bananas baby, and I-love-horses-except-when-I-am-near-them-then-I-will-say-no-no-no-repeatedly-until-they-are-150-meters-away baby. All of these babies are interesting for a while but sometimes I want to send them back to their parents and stick with my own cutest-baby-in-the-world baby but the parents all seem to be AWOL. Maybe there is some collection bin for such things at the recycle depot down in the Safeway parking lot, I will have to check.
But while that baby is back, a new one has stopped by to visit our house, the baby that hits mummy, and occasionally nanny and daddy. I don't like this baby and would like to send it back but no one seems to know who it's parents are. I have given this baby a stern talking to, given it time out on the steps and couch, and tried ignoring it. I think the most effective to date is the firm holding of the hitting hands with a stern warning and if that fails the walking away trick is next. The hitting baby usually ends up in a crying heap of frustration, tries hitting the cupboard or tile floor and then realizes hitting these objects is less satisfying than the slap of human skin so the hitting baby gives up. Also paying visits are persistent-whining-to-see-if-I-can-get-to-watch-Backyardigans-in-the-truck baby, I-will-not-eat-anything-but-rice,-yogurt,-and-bananas baby, and I-love-horses-except-when-I-am-near-them-then-I-will-say-no-no-no-repeatedly-until-they-are-150-meters-away baby. All of these babies are interesting for a while but sometimes I want to send them back to their parents and stick with my own cutest-baby-in-the-world baby but the parents all seem to be AWOL. Maybe there is some collection bin for such things at the recycle depot down in the Safeway parking lot, I will have to check.
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