(Started last Friday)
OMG my beautiful, perfect, so-amazing-and-I-love-her-so-much child is driving me insane tonight. IN-SANE. My patience runs dangerously thin when I’m tired and tonight, I am tired. It’s been a long week. Too much work. To much extended family. Not enough doing fun things I wanted to get done. One of those days where all the little things slowly start to creep at you, pick at you, and hammer your last nerve until you’re thisclose to shouting “SWEET HOLY &*#@ STOP WHINING/CRYING/SCREAMING AND GO TO BED ALREADY!”.
Luckily it didn’t come to that point – yet - but only because once dinner/bath/book was over with I flopped her down and ran sweetly placed her (no really, it was sweet and with tons of kisses and “I love you”s) in her crib and took off. I just couldn’t take one more second of the whining. The sheer amount of whining I tell you! Seemingly about nothing! Maybe her tooth hurts, maybe she’s bored, maybe she’s hungry, maybe a fly landed on some stray hair on her head, I DON’T KNOW because the child is still just a baby and can’t talk. AGH I have never wanted a child to talk more in my life. Please talk, Avelyn. Please. Mommy needs you to form actual words and tell me exactly what you are thinking. I’m not a mind reader and this crying thing is not the best communication tool.
I can hear some of you now. You’re talking to the computer screen in a really obnoxious sing song voice saying, ”Be careful what you wish for! One day you’ll beg her to STOP talking.” Well, you can keep your big mouth shut, thank you very much. I know that day will come and when it does I will appreciate very much if you would keep your, “See, I told you so” to yourself and if you just can’t resist don’t say I didn’t warn you when I reply back and call you a really dirty name. When that day comes I will be the first to reference back to this very day, when I begged and pleaded for my child to speak.
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(Today)
Thanksgiving was fine. The usual annoyances with the usual family members (but hey, that’s family) but thankfully (no pun intended) there were no tears, no breakdowns and no name calling this year. A success in my book and that’s all I want to say about Thanksgiving. The Hobo helped me make a homemade cheesecake the day before and had a marvelous time with her “cookin’ stick”, which she uses to help at every meal she prepares. Let me tell you that girl makes a mean cheesecake.
Speaking of which, how long is cream cheese good for? I’m still nibbling on it now, literally right now as I type. Hope that doesn’t come back to bite me in a few hours…
I will say one more thing about Thanksgiving and that is A looked ravishing in the dress I bought for her to wear the day after Thanksgiving, but she insisted on wearing the day of. She has hit an independent streak (don’t know where she gets it) and is very vocal about what she wears sometimes. See above paragraphs regarding SHEER EXHAUSTION FROM THE WHINING.
The kid barely ate anything but if I recall she did quite enjoy the homemade cranberry sauce she helped me make and for that I was satisfied. The rest of the day was spent trying to keep her calm and feeling safe since some other people had brought their dog to the house and A is scared of dogs. Please don’t ask why they didn’t remove the dog from the family room where the family and my terrified daughter was because a) I have no polite answer and b) it might cause WW3 and I really don’t think we need another unnecessary war right now. Also I’m totally over it because the real reason I could come up with is rather sad and pathetic and anyway the Hobo and I had a great time walking around outside picking flowers and generally looking cute.
Thanksgiving. It’s over. The End. I AM SO EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS!
What a sweet dress and even sweeter pigtails on Miss Avelyn!
1) LOVE the pony tails! And LOVE the last pic of her cheesing it up for the camera while she helped you cook!
2) Claire ate pizza for Thanksgiving. Everything I offered her was apparently made of poison…even the bread and desserts!
3) And do you think the whining will REALLY stop when they start talking???? I have a feeling it will only get worse…
All right… hurray for you… no @#%*&@%& SLAPPING! Congratulations! There is always someone whining, and at least if it is a 1-year old, all adults can politely smile, and try to charm her. When the whining is from adults, you have to assume the turkey caused gastro-intestinal something or anothers, and you have to grin and bear it.
Where did baby girl learn to smile for the camera like frame 4? Is this lineage passing through? I dare to ponder!
Guests that bring their dogs, should abide by house rules… the next time someone (un-named) brings their unruly riotous brats with them, I am showing them our pen in the back yard… for them, the dogs can go… nah… really for their dogs. Bless A’s heart for not sucker punchings their barks and beaks! Maybe she needs a boxing clown for Christmas? Hmmm… grandma has spent too much already! Oh well!
I say put a timer on the timex, and when it beeps, its time to go home! If only I knew all this when YOU were lilttle!!!
Nona— the opinionated old woman with sagging everything!
Dear, sweet Hobo. She’s just so cute.
I have to say-the whining-for me, it didn’t get better when they learned to talk. Instead of just whining, we now have whining interspersed with words that sounds like awful mind-numbing babble with the whining. It’s a winning combination. But then again my boys also ask me when I am going to go back to work because they want to play with daddy ONLY.
1. Clarissa is right…the whining doesn’t stop when they learn to talk. Awesome! Instead, they will be able to tell you what they want, and THEN whine about something else.
2. Feel free to complain away. Aside from the newborn not-getting-any-sleep-at-all phase, I found 18 months to be the hardest age (for me). The whining! The pointing and crying because she WANTS something but can’t tell you what! I may or may not have yelled “Just tell me what you WANT, dumb kid!” when Ella was Avalyn’s age. Ahem. Point is, it’s frustrating. Wine helps.
christmas!! i’ll be there soon. woohoo – can’t wait to see your whiny kid!!
I’m 29 and still whine.