Showing posts with label Spider-Girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spider-Girl. Show all posts
Thursday, February 10, 2011
A Week In Pictures
Sometimes pictures are worth a thousand words (although I'm pretty good at coming up with 1000 words...just ask my husband!!)
Friday, January 28, 2011
A New Model
We have a sad, sick baby at our house...
Unfortunately, our sad, sick baby doesn't like baths, in fact she loathes them. I'm pretty sure the whole neighborhood knows when Spider-Girl is taking a bath because the rafters of our house rattle with her screams of terror and anguish. Needless to say, baths are not at all soothing and mostly counterproductive, even in illness.
Yesterday, I was attempting to feed our sad, sick baby some watermelon chunks. I mortgaged the house and bought it out of season for my sweet girl (sweet being relative amidst the sad and sick), thinking it would brighten her day and keep her hydrated. Instead of loving it, however, she threw her head back in agony, clamped her teeth shut and wriggled as far to the corner of her high chair as possible. She wanted nothing to do with it. Seriously, what child doesn't like watermelon?!
Tongue-in-cheek, I implored her, "You don't like baths, you don't like watermelon. That is so un-Somma. Did we bring the wrong baby home from the hospital?!"
Her four-year-old brother and three-year-old sister were observing the scene:
Davy Crockett piped up: "Hooray!! Maybe we can get a new baby!!"
To which Giggles replied: "Yeah, one that doesn't CRY!!"
Their summations came a little too quickly and sounded a little too rehearsed.
Poor sad, sick baby.
Unfortunately, our sad, sick baby doesn't like baths, in fact she loathes them. I'm pretty sure the whole neighborhood knows when Spider-Girl is taking a bath because the rafters of our house rattle with her screams of terror and anguish. Needless to say, baths are not at all soothing and mostly counterproductive, even in illness.Yesterday, I was attempting to feed our sad, sick baby some watermelon chunks. I mortgaged the house and bought it out of season for my sweet girl (sweet being relative amidst the sad and sick), thinking it would brighten her day and keep her hydrated. Instead of loving it, however, she threw her head back in agony, clamped her teeth shut and wriggled as far to the corner of her high chair as possible. She wanted nothing to do with it. Seriously, what child doesn't like watermelon?!
Tongue-in-cheek, I implored her, "You don't like baths, you don't like watermelon. That is so un-Somma. Did we bring the wrong baby home from the hospital?!"
Her four-year-old brother and three-year-old sister were observing the scene:
Davy Crockett piped up: "Hooray!! Maybe we can get a new baby!!"
To which Giggles replied: "Yeah, one that doesn't CRY!!"
Their summations came a little too quickly and sounded a little too rehearsed.
Poor sad, sick baby.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Improvisation
What to do with a semi-mobile baby when cleaning out the boys' bedroom? 
Why, put her in a storage bin, of course!!
Why, put her in a storage bin, of course!!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Sister Sense
Sweet Spider-Girl is teething. This morning I was holding her and she was inconsolable. Giggles popped up next to us and looked at me with her big brown eyes. "Mommy, she doesn't want you to hold her."
"She doesn't want me to hold her?" I questioned.
"No."
Sensing where this was headed, I posed the next question: "Does she want you to hold her?"
"Yes." Matter of factly, in her husky little lisp, just like that. "Yes, she does."
I guess that settles it...
"She doesn't want me to hold her?" I questioned.
"No."
Sensing where this was headed, I posed the next question: "Does she want you to hold her?"
"Yes." Matter of factly, in her husky little lisp, just like that. "Yes, she does."
I guess that settles it...
Monday, October 11, 2010
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