Tuesday, May 8, 2012

My motherhood portfolio of experiences is growing

Shirt: TJ Maxx, Pants: Nordstrom

Remember those precious Littles we babysat together? We watched them again on Friday, and I caught their flu, so I've been home all weekend. This time babysitting was different: Little Pink stayed up late. By late, I mean 8 o'clock. And Conrad loved it. I think men typically like the toddler stage better than the infant stage. As toddlers, they can talk and play, where as infants, they only cuddle and eat. Which is why women like the infant stage.

Anyway, it was just a comedy of errors. I got there at 5, and Conrad didn't get there until 7. I sat down to feed Little Pink, and she kept getting up and showing me her awesome toys instead of eating. And then Little Blue woke up in his swing and wanted to be fed. So I put him in his high chair and he instantly started screaming. SCREAMING, guys. I thought something was pinching him or something, so I inspected the high chair and couldn't calm him down. He started breathing in gasps like he was having a panic attack, and I knew at that point that there wasn't really anything I could do to calm him down. So I just slipped rice cereal into his mouth whenever he opened it to scream, and he ate while we both freaked out a little. Meanwhile, Little Pink was totally underfoot and excited to show me all her toys. I told her to sit on the couch while I changed Little Blue's diaper. She did not obey. She followed me in the room several times until I put Tangled on. Little Pink was finally occupied.

Now to deal with the panic-stricken Little Blue. I changed his diaper, which wasn't even dirty (why in the world was he so upset?!), put him in his jammies, and tried to feed him a bottle. Nothing was working, and I was entering the mental state that people go in when they are being tortured with a cheese grater. Little blue was on his back on the floor, limbs flailing, and I was kneeling at his feet. In a moment of maternal instinct, I flipped him over onto his stomach.

He immediately slept. Not even a wimper. I let him chill on the floor for a few minutes and let his sleep deepen before I transplanted him into his crib. And he slept for the rest of the night.

Little Pink was standing in the doorway, bored and in need of attention. We lounged on the couch and watched Tangled, and Conrad came and joined us, and then it was bedtime. Conrad came in and prayed with us, and then she requested a story and a song. And then another song, and then some back tickling. The first song I sang was Twinkle Twinkle. When she told me to sing another song, I couldn't think of a children's song for the life of me. So I sang Tiny Dancer by Elton John. And I tickled the crap out of her back.

Guys, I'm going to be an awesome mom.


  1. ahhh i LOOOVE your blog! i just found you via 5ohwifey. we seem very similar: i'm ridiculously addicted to diet coke. like bad. and giggly obsessed with my hubby too :)

    so glad i found you! xo

  2. I found you via 5ohwifey as well! Looking forward to reading more! Oh, and this is my giveaway entry :) I follow 5ohwifey, too.


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