This morning I introduced Carolyn to my wide melodic range for the first time - with back up provided by Mr. Timberlake and Ke$ha. Here's how she felt about the impromptu forcing of my talents on her, an unwillingly captive audience:
Then, she spit up all over the front of my overalls and started crying. I'm not taking it personally.
This weekend, we clumsily took her for her first outing - to eat Mexican food. While trying to extract her from her car seat, her feet got hooked on the shoulder straps. Then, as I was yanking her free, I hit her head right on the corner of the table. Who on earth decided it was a good idea to give me a baby?
Question: How wrong is it to duct tape your baby's binkie in her mouth? Like on a scale of 1-10.
2 comments:
Every now and again I'll hit the "Next blog" button and wonder whose back yard I may stumble into. Tonight, it was one in Texas.
I love your writing - so very realistic with a touch of sass!
Even though my baby turns 40 today, I can still remember feeling some of the things you mention - like sleep!
And now it's the nicest thing to just crawl off onto my comfy recliner and not have to be on alert. And you will look back and be so pleased you're keeping such a wonderful journal of your thoughts and feelings during this time of your life.
Have fun!
~~~Blessings~~~
I'm thinking the duct tape is a good idea as well! But that would mean Marlee would lose her favorite game...
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