The pacifier is amazing

What is so magical about them??

How do they make a super cranky baby totally relaxed and calm?!

It boggles the mind.

I have a giant baby

 

My giant baby is huge!  And eating a lot.  She decided to become super frustrated with the world for about two months now, but, WE HAVE REACHED A TURNING POINT.  She now will take a pacifier again, and is happy as a clam.  THANK GOODNESS.  Listening to an adorable baby whine all day can be quite taxing.

 

In other news, my semester is almost over so I soon will have time to do things that don’t involve the law.  I hope.  I think.  I think Bigbaby will look forward to having an unoccupied mum.  She really loves it when I’m doing my reading on the computer and letting her “play” with the mouse.  She thinks it’s a brilliant use of multi-tasking.

If you have wondered where I am

Look up four month sleep regression. My easy going happy baby that sleeps through the night has turned into a major non-sleeping crank pot. Who hates life. And naps. And bedtime. Yayyyyyyyy

Guess who is not sick?

Having a stomach flu is made a little easier when this little person is constantly smiling.

Ahhhhhhh

I want to murder people who get in accidents that block the highway and make me sit in traffic for TWO HOURS.

I am not moving!!!!

This day was lame

Today on my way out of the big city for a smaller city, Tinyperson and I got stuck in LITERALLY two hours of traffic. At 7:30 am, in reverse rush hour traffic. Because the city thought bringing a two lane interchange to one lane, at a major intersection with another popular highway was a good idea. THEY COULD HAVE RUN IT BY ME FIRST.

So we were in the car and Tinyperson was absolutely going crazy, and then my gas light went off! Not knowing how far and long the traffic jam was, I had to get off the highway in a super sketchy area, and JUST BARELY found a gas station. What I didn’t find was my sanity.

I turned that car right around and went on home. And got stuck in more traffic. The morning was filled with so much awesome it is hard to quantify.

Oh Tuesday. Not impressed.

I don’t believe it

Daycare said Tinyperson cried alllll day.

Does this look like the face of someone who cries all day? Methinks not.

It looks like the face of an international I AM AWESOME AT GRABBING MY FEET superstar. Obviously.

She probably was just crying because she learned that with great power comes great responsibility.

Seriously

You’re going back to school tomorrow?

ME AND SOPHIE THINK THAT’S LAME.

Dear Growth Spurt

I’m sure you think that tinyperson, being tiny, needs to grow.  I’m sure it’s advisable so she doesn’t go through life being 24 inches tall.

But I’ve got lots of this to do:

and the only sleep that tinyperson has gotten is like this:

and as you may imagine, this kind of sleep only lasts for about 10 minutes (as it is not that comfortable).

So, please let tinyperson sleep for more than 10 minutes today, or else I’ll refuse any further growth spurts and it will be your fault that I have a 24 inch 18 year old.

Being sick FAIL

Last night we strolled around the High Line with the Tiny Person, as it was a wonderful night and wasn’t too hot, finally.  We enjoyed some libations and Tiny Person made goo goo eyes at the patrons and eventually fell asleep in her sling, leaving us to enjoy the evening until a scandalous 10:00 pm.  That evening after we got home, Tiny decided to wake up at 4:30 so I fed her, but noticed she was quite quite hot.  She wasn’t acting strange, but was very steamy to the touch.  I kept her in bed, but woke up the husband to see if he thought she was hot as well.  He did, so we broke out the tiny-person-termperature-taker thing.  And wouldn’t you know, the stupid, dumb, useless thermometer, specially manufactured for sick infants DIDN’T WORK.  It was completely on the fritz.  It wouldn’t turn on.  It wouldn’t turn off.  It flashed all sorts of colors.  It beeped randomly.  It told me my temperature was 90.5.  Finally, after a screw driver and some more accurate test runs, it appeared to tell us Tiny had a temp of 101.

I thought this was super bad news, but all the while whilst husband and I were trying to bang the joke of a thermometer back to life, Tiny was all THIS IS SOOOOO FUN!  I LOVE THE NIGHT LIFE!!!! LAUGH LAUGH DROOL DROOL DROOL KICK KICK KICK!  DID YOU GUYS SEE MY KICKING?!?!?!

She wasn’t behaving quite like I’d expect an ill infant to act.  So that was weird.

I gave her some infant tylenol, meanwhile she was completely high on life, it’s not often she gets captive audience from BOTH of her parents IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT HOW GREAT IS THIS?!?!?!

After a tiring hour of KICK DROOL LAUGH she fell asleep, feeling much cooler.

Today she seems perfectly fine, and because of the awesome thermometer I’m not entirely sure what her temperature is.  But I AM sure of what her temperament is. 

100 degrees of awesome KICK DROOL LAUGH.