Oh, Mother....
(said she in a decidedly Bette Davis sort of way).
Where does this mothering instinct come from? The intuition? I mean, before becoming the mad sahm, I was a techie person by nature -- and a natural troubleshooter. A problem crosses your path, you gather the information, and form a hypothesis as to the source of the problem. But this mom thing takes it to a whole new level. And DH just isn't observant enough to pick up on little nuances that I see clear as day. Is it a man/woman thing, a mother thing, or is it simply because I'm around them 24/7? Dunno.
Baby D. is really teething now. She'll chew on anything you put in front of her. I can just see the little white bottoms of her teeth peeking through. This kid has the teeniest tiniest teeth I've ever seen! Last week, she was watching Sesame Street in her saucer, while I was in the kitchen reading email. Suddenly, she began screaming. This was not your average "I'm bored/hungry/wet" yell - she was scared of something. I jumped up and rushed into the living room and scooped her up. She had little tears in her eyes, but I couldn't figure out what had frightened her. After a few minutes she was fine. Yesterday, she was watching Sesame Street and the same thing happened. It was then that I realized -- the same little song, the same ugly little muppet as last week cavorting around -- and it (for some reason) had scared the daylights out of her. I sat next to her swing, and she grabbed my fingers, with a scowl on her face, almost as if she were saying, "Stay here with me till this is over -- I don't trust this guy." In spite of the fact that D. wants you to think that she's very tough, she really is just a little baby. I love it.
Baby S. is sick - or so I think. I can definitely tell you that MOMMY is sick (thanks DH!) - my throat is killing me and my ears are hurting - need some antibiotics. Baby S. woke up this morning, and as soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew something was wrong. She was flushed red like a little chubby tomato. I picked her up and said "Uh-oh..." Time for the ol' thermometer...102.4 -- not good. Now, S. hasn't been eating very well the last few days either -- I was prepared to write it off as a food strike, but now I'm thinking maybe she was getting sick. She's sleeping now, thanks to Baby Tylenol, and I'll take her temp when she wakes up. My other theory is that she's teething again as well. We'll see. But in either case, I will most certainly be in Doctor's offices this afternoon. GRRRREAT...
Here's today's Friday Fiver - try not to hurt yourselves:
A hair raising experience...
1. Describe the last time you were frightened: Maybe the day my babies were born. I was scared shitless of the epidural.
2. What does your hair look like? Brown w/blond highlights
3. Have you ever dyed your hair a new color? Yep. Red. Looking back, not a great idea.
4. Do you like heights? No. But I like roller coasters. Go figure.
5. Girl Scout cookies, candy bar sales -- what's the worst fund raising you've had to do? Christmas cards.
Where does this mothering instinct come from? The intuition? I mean, before becoming the mad sahm, I was a techie person by nature -- and a natural troubleshooter. A problem crosses your path, you gather the information, and form a hypothesis as to the source of the problem. But this mom thing takes it to a whole new level. And DH just isn't observant enough to pick up on little nuances that I see clear as day. Is it a man/woman thing, a mother thing, or is it simply because I'm around them 24/7? Dunno.
Baby D. is really teething now. She'll chew on anything you put in front of her. I can just see the little white bottoms of her teeth peeking through. This kid has the teeniest tiniest teeth I've ever seen! Last week, she was watching Sesame Street in her saucer, while I was in the kitchen reading email. Suddenly, she began screaming. This was not your average "I'm bored/hungry/wet" yell - she was scared of something. I jumped up and rushed into the living room and scooped her up. She had little tears in her eyes, but I couldn't figure out what had frightened her. After a few minutes she was fine. Yesterday, she was watching Sesame Street and the same thing happened. It was then that I realized -- the same little song, the same ugly little muppet as last week cavorting around -- and it (for some reason) had scared the daylights out of her. I sat next to her swing, and she grabbed my fingers, with a scowl on her face, almost as if she were saying, "Stay here with me till this is over -- I don't trust this guy." In spite of the fact that D. wants you to think that she's very tough, she really is just a little baby. I love it.
Baby S. is sick - or so I think. I can definitely tell you that MOMMY is sick (thanks DH!) - my throat is killing me and my ears are hurting - need some antibiotics. Baby S. woke up this morning, and as soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew something was wrong. She was flushed red like a little chubby tomato. I picked her up and said "Uh-oh..." Time for the ol' thermometer...102.4 -- not good. Now, S. hasn't been eating very well the last few days either -- I was prepared to write it off as a food strike, but now I'm thinking maybe she was getting sick. She's sleeping now, thanks to Baby Tylenol, and I'll take her temp when she wakes up. My other theory is that she's teething again as well. We'll see. But in either case, I will most certainly be in Doctor's offices this afternoon. GRRRREAT...
Here's today's Friday Fiver - try not to hurt yourselves:
A hair raising experience...
1. Describe the last time you were frightened: Maybe the day my babies were born. I was scared shitless of the epidural.
2. What does your hair look like? Brown w/blond highlights
3. Have you ever dyed your hair a new color? Yep. Red. Looking back, not a great idea.
4. Do you like heights? No. But I like roller coasters. Go figure.
5. Girl Scout cookies, candy bar sales -- what's the worst fund raising you've had to do? Christmas cards.
posted by scrappintwinmom @ 10:29 AM
1 Comments:
At 7:39 PM,
Birdie said…
Hey girl, Thank you for visiting my site today and leaving your kind footprints. My day was brighter with your comments! Oh man, I know the pain of sick children. Since Christmas I've nursed three boys through chicken pox and then strep throat. Sigh. Being a mom is the toughest job in the world.
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