What Happens to Boys Who Kiss Your Daughter
Toss Them Around Like Rag Dolls
I have to do this now before they get too big for me to toss around.
D.
A Freezing House, No Sleep, I Officially Hate Tuesdays!
I love winter.
I woke up at 5am this morning in a 49 degree house. For whatever reason, the thermostat chose the coldest night we've had yet to shut off and refuse to turn the heat on. After tinkering with the thermostat for a couple minutes, the heat miraculously started up. I checked on Baby J., who had burrowed under her blanket so that she was completely covered from head to toe. Her room was freezing of course. It's already the coldest room in the house, even on days when the heat is blasting, and with it having been off for so long, I can only imagine how cold her room had gotten. I took her out of her crib, even though she was sleeping, and I let her sleep on me for awhile.
We kept each other warm for the next couple hours while the furnace did its job. I didn't get any sleep really, since Baby J. doesn't sleep soundly. She sleeps like she's continually being stuck with a cattle prod. Every 30 seconds or so, her head lurches up and she slams it into my face, and she wriggles around, changing from side to side, sticking her feet into my stomach and kicking, sticking her hands in my face, snoring, murmuring, and so on, until I just give up on the idea of sleep and I just lie there and look at her.
So I'm thoroughly exhausted on this Tuesday morning. Unfortunately, come Baby J.'s naptime, I'll still be working. Why don't I get a mid-day siesta? Shouldn't I be entitled?
D.
Tupperware Is More Fun Than Toys
My daughter's first birthday is right around the corner. I can't believe it's been almost a year already since she's arrived. I'm debating what to get her for her birthday. She mostly needs clothes, but I'm thinking I might get her a brand new, delux tupperware set, since her favorite thing in the world is playing with tupperware lids on the kitchen floor.
It was funny because we had a friend's baby over the other day, and he too went right for the tupperware dishes. What's it about tupperware that is like a giant baby magnet? I wish adults were like that, just have some friends over, and you all plop down in the middle of the kitchen floor, bust out the tupperware and go to town throwing lids around, putting smaller tupperware inside larger tupperware, oh the possibilities are endless.
D.
Mommy’s Christmas Gift
Every Christmas I try to make my wife one homemade gift. We do stockings for each other, and we buy each other little things we probably don't really need. But on top of that, I like to make something a little more special. This year I drew a picture of Baby J. I framed the picture, and I wrapped it up. We leave little clues on our presents for each other, so we can try to guess before we open them. My clue to her was: Mommy's Little Monkey.
Mommy's Little Monkey
D.
Baby Kissing Boys
My wife had a few friends over yesterday, and one of those friends has a couple of young boys. They were all playing together. I have this theory that Baby J. thinks of herself as an older kid. Of the two boys, one was 3 years old, and the other was exactly the same age as my daughter. Baby J. gravitated more toward the older boy. With the younger boy, she would pet his hair affectionately, but she didn't say much to him. With the older boy, she was talking (in her own little language which mostly consists of "no's" and "da das"), and she would wave her arms at him and chase after him as fast as she could.
And she even kissed him.
Kissing boys...not already!
I need to explain to her from an early age the dangers of cooties. Oh that most dangerous of child diseases.
D.
Question to Self: I wonder if I'll still have this blog in more than a decade when she'll actually be dating boys.
