Woke Up to a Bloody Lip
Around 7:30 this morning, Baby J. woke up in her crib. I picked her up, and to my surprise, she passed right back out on my shoulder. So I let her sleep on me for a few minutes, and of course, seeing as I was still groggy, I fell asleep too. About 15 minutes later, my daughter woke up, but not in a calm, collected fashion. She woke up by lifting her head as high as she could, and then slamming it down into my lip. My lip connected with my teeth, and immediately, I felt a well of pain spring up from my mouth.
So, I woke up this morning to a bloody lip. My daughter was completely unaware of what happened. Her head is a lot tougher than my face. I gave her to her mommy, and then I inspected the lip. It wasn't too bad, but it stung. Still, I can think of better ways my daughter could have woken me up.
D.
Rambunctious, Tireless, Ever-Moving, Unstoppable Baby
Last night, Baby J. ran mouth-first into the ottoman in our living and cut open her lip. The ottoman is soft; it's essentially a big cushion that we have in place of a coffee table, and she still managed to hurt herself. She never stops moving.
Never ever stops.
This is what I get for being the same way as a kid. I used to run around the interior of the house, going around and around and around in circles, as if I had some sort of limitless energy supply, and while my mom or grandparents or whomever looked on at me and felt exhausted just seeing how much energy I was burning, I never stopped.
And neither will Baby J.
I feel like as part of the New Year, I need to get in tip-top shape just to keep up with my child. I have a feeling she's going to be a runner like I was. I have a feeling she'll be outrunning most adults before she's 3. Now, the trick for me will be staying as physically fit as possible so she can never outrun me.
It's that or I tie a rope to her waist and attach said rope to a pole in the middle of the yard so she just runs about in circles all day until she ties herself up against the pole.
D.
Worst Week Ever
This has not been my daughter's week. This has quite possibly been her worst week ever. She was teething for several days. This left her irritable, unwilling to go a minute without being held, unwilling to eat any food, up at all hours crying and crying. Then, she caught a cold. Now, her nose is stuffed. There's mucus everywhere. She threw up this morning, because of the mucus (not that she cared). She can't sleep, because she's having trouble breathing easily through her clogged nostrils. Then, yesterday, while walking, almost running across the floor, she slammed face first into our dining room hutch. She cut her cheek, and now she has a big band-aid on her face.
I hope this is just a precursor to what should be the best week ever, next week, when she has Christmas. I'm crossing my fingers anyway. What more can go wrong, right?
D.
Runny Nose, Teething, Face Wound...WORST WEEK EVER!!!
