Did you know that hand surgeries can prepare one for making a bottle one-handed while trying to keep a wiggly baby from dropping off your hip? Who’da thunk it? I am 56 years old. What the $&#^ am I doing with TWO babies in the house?!? And two TEENAGERS???? Did I do something really bad in a previous life?
Most of us are adjusting okay to these new living arrangements. Except for Willie-dog. Poor baby. He does not at all like these new people in the house. Hides in my room under the bed most of the time since his favorite looking-out-the-window perch on the couch has been co-opted as a bed. Zuzu is her diva self, just a little more reserved and self-possessed. The new dog, Mickey, thinks she owns the place. Many are the pairs of underpants and pacifiers and baby shoes on which she has made her toothy mark. She’s a baby, too, it’s what she does. Eventually, these girls might just learn to keep things up off the floor and out of the puppy’s reach. Maybe…
The 17 year old takes her baby to daycare on the way to school. Hurts my heart every.single.time I have to say that. School and daycare should not be used in the same sentence. The baby is no trouble, yet. Still pretty much a lump. Most of the time I don’t even register she is around. That will change, but later. :-)
Ah, there goes the trash TV again…sigh…at least they ARE adhering to the once-a-weekday “No Trash On The Television” policy. Some day, I will be able to replace my bedroom TV and can drown it out. Which doesn’t mean I will stop the campaign to cut them off altogether! I hate that crap.
Sigh…there goes the 9 month old’s squallering…sigh…normally, he’s an even-tempered child. Until he gets hungry. Then, Godzilla the Alter Ego goes rampaging.
Boy-child likes someone to sing to him at night. I can do that. Find these kids songs for Buddha Boy: Unicorn Song, Right Field, Tie Me Kangaroo Down. Stay away from Puff the Magic Dragon—love to sing it, but that is one sad song for a kid. Definitely NOT NOT NOT anything from Barney! NoNoNoNo. Maybe these.
Do your ears hang low
How much is that doggie in the window
I’m a little teapot
On top of spaghetti
Walting matilda
Rubber duckie
Froggie went a courting
Take me out to the ball game
Farmer in the dell
Wheels on the bus
You are my sunshine
Peter Cottontail
Angels watching over me
Henry the Eighth
Yeah, those'll do for now.
God, I’m tired. Can’t lay down, though. The 19 year old girl is doing a remarkably good job with Buddha Boy, but she is struggling to accept that he is growing and won’t be sleeping 16-18 hours a day anymore. Needs a nag to stay on it behind her, which means I get elected. She HAS to pay more attention, she HAS to go to bed earlier to be up with him, she HAS to feed him with a spoon instead of plopping it directly on the high chair tray for him to grab and smear everywhere—and she HAS TO get off that dadgum texting RIGHT AWAY when he needs something! I should never have bought her that first phone when she was 14! LOL 9,833 texts the first month. Should have known then. (sadder, but wiser head shake here)
Gotta get those eBay listings revised. Tedious. But it’s gas and diaper money.
Ah, listen to that! (warm fuzzies) This boy will be singing before he learns to talk. With more drool than a St. Bernard.
There goes his mother mushy talking with the new—rebound—boyfriend (on MY cell since her’s is temporarily out of commission). Lord, keep your arm around my shoulders—and your hand over my mouth. I am afraid that this one is bad news, a real abuser in the offing, but she is deaf to caution. Too busy soaking in all his flattery and protestations of enduring affection as anesthetic to soothe the hurt from the LAST one. So, I won’t waste more of my time and her short attention span by trying to ‘splain. Just get her to promise to be safe and hope it ends before getting too ugly. This is why one of the house rules is no one gets the address or knows where the house is located. Already proven to be a sound decision, so there is some precedence to keep her from kicking about it too badly in this case.
You want me to WHAT? Well, okay, but just this once. Hmmm, how do these tabs work. Unfold, take off wet one, put dry one under butt, pull up tabs…well, I guess that wasn’t too bad. I can handle…um, what is that sm…Oh, Mom? Here, your son has a present for you, I gotta go...
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