LITTLE PEOPLE ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!

Okay, despite what the title of this entry says, I am not talking about those unfortunate individuals who will never reach average high. I am talking about children, babies, papooses, infants; more specifically, I am talking about my tiny human. I get her fed and clothed and diapered and loved and I make sure that there’s not discernible excuse for her discomfort, but it’s not enough. She’s still mad, and I’m still confused. So I give her toys, and she doesn’t care, and I give her snacks and she doesn’t care, and I give her crawling time and she doesn’t care, and I give her standing time and she doesn’t care…I know she’s teething and that it probably doesn’t feel too good, but jeez! Earlier, I gave her her biter biscuit, and she half ate, half smeared it, until it was all over the place, so I picked her up and scrubbed her down and bottled and bedded her, and then I cleaned her room. I picked up all of her toys, and vacuumed and scrubbed her Bounce Bounce Baby, and picked up all over her laundry, and the whole time I was doing this she screamed. After the cleaning, I picked her up and sat down in the chair that Robert has by his computer in her room, and the chair is losing it’s stuffing and the stuffing went onto the floor and the vacuuming was therefor pointless. And the Luna was still upset, so I put her down for crawling practice, and she has decided to attack her laundry basket…grrness.
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Okay, just so you get the idea here, a few minutes have gone by, during which time I have tried to let her play in her Bounce Bounce Baby, which caused screaming, so I changed her not-even-that-wet diaper, and took her PJs off completely, and put her in her crib, and tickled her until she couldn’t giggle anymore, and then turned her mobile on and left her laying there. Now she’s crawling around the crib talking to herself. My baby is so silly… Nina Simone–Hush, little baby, don’t say a word, Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird, and if that mockingbird don’t sing, Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring, and if that diamond ring turn brass, Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass, and if that looking glass gets broke, Papa’s gonna buy you a billy goat, and if that billy goat don’t pull, Papa’s gonna buy you a cart and bull, and if that cart and bull turn over, Papa’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover, and if that dog named Rover won’t bark, Papa’s gonna to buy you and horse and cart, and if that horse and cart fall down, well you’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

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2 thoughts on “LITTLE PEOPLE ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!

  1. Never heard of it…we have used Teething Tablets and Baby Orajel and Baby Tylenol…She’s got the two bottom teeth out, but of course there are still several others to come…and then when she’s seven they’ll fall out and she’ll start over…silly how we’re made…and right now Robert and I are both growing our wisdom teeth!

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