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Mad ramblings from the nursery
Feb. 8th, 2007 10:35 pmToday Alex is doing his best to not be my favorite person.
*closes eyes for a few seconds and sighs*
He is what all those lovely experts call a "high needs" baby. It means he wants to be held. All of the time. By me. All. of. the. time.
He will nap if I hold him the entire time. I put him down and he is up fifteen minutes later. Fussing. Big time. "ohmygawd Mummy why did you put me down how could you why why why do you hate me?"
Yeah yeah these high needs babies are supposedly end up being smart kids blah-di-blah blah tiredsauce. For all of this high needs stuff he damn well better win a Nobel Prize and give me mad props in the thank you portion of his Thesis when he gets his Ph.D. If he doesn't he is going to have one disappointed Mummy on his hands. And you don't want a Mother who is disappointed in you.
Plus breastfeeding was not going well today. I have this feeling that I may have thrush. Or something. He has also begun drooling big time. He can't already be starting to teeth can he??? He was drooling and fussing and chewing on his hands. I kept feeding him and so on and well it just wasn't making him happy. Fine fine fine. We will just sit here. I will hold you. fine. FINE. *throws hands up in the air*
So today we sat and watched Brideshead Revisited. Because if Alex was going to be difficult I ought to enjoy something and that something was repressed English people and sardonic wit.
I admit while making dinner tonight I threw some things around because it made me feel better. I didn't throw any dishes. But I thought about it. I am good at throwing dishes.
*closes eyes for a few seconds and sighs*
He is what all those lovely experts call a "high needs" baby. It means he wants to be held. All of the time. By me. All. of. the. time.
He will nap if I hold him the entire time. I put him down and he is up fifteen minutes later. Fussing. Big time. "ohmygawd Mummy why did you put me down how could you why why why do you hate me?"
Yeah yeah these high needs babies are supposedly end up being smart kids blah-di-blah blah tiredsauce. For all of this high needs stuff he damn well better win a Nobel Prize and give me mad props in the thank you portion of his Thesis when he gets his Ph.D. If he doesn't he is going to have one disappointed Mummy on his hands. And you don't want a Mother who is disappointed in you.
Plus breastfeeding was not going well today. I have this feeling that I may have thrush. Or something. He has also begun drooling big time. He can't already be starting to teeth can he??? He was drooling and fussing and chewing on his hands. I kept feeding him and so on and well it just wasn't making him happy. Fine fine fine. We will just sit here. I will hold you. fine. FINE. *throws hands up in the air*
So today we sat and watched Brideshead Revisited. Because if Alex was going to be difficult I ought to enjoy something and that something was repressed English people and sardonic wit.
I admit while making dinner tonight I threw some things around because it made me feel better. I didn't throw any dishes. But I thought about it. I am good at throwing dishes.
