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Yummy Sand
Baby Bug woke me up at 5:30 in the morning yesterday. She thinks getting up before the sun gets up is perfectly acceptable. I’m getting closer and closer to co-sleeping as I heft her out of her crib and attempt to snuggle her next to me in bed so I can eek out just a few more minutes of much needed sleep. Some mornings she snoozes in the crook of my arm. Those mornings are heavenly. Other mornings she crawls all over me and then heads for the cords and plugs and other forbidden things like the cat box that is just down the hall.
If she doesn’t wake me up completely, then my cat Pounce does with his old standard routine of meowing until I get up and feed him. Together Baby Bug and the cat are quite a team. Meanwhile, I’m a wreck because I’ve been drinking coffee at night so I can stay up and get some freelance work done.
Since I was feeling sorry for my tired self and looking for a fun outing with the baby who refuses to sleep in the morning, I headed off to the coffee shop at the end of my street. At least they’re always up and smiling at five am. I ordered a half decaf latte (my standard these days) and a chocolate croissant as a special treat. I love chocolate croissants. They remind me of Paris.
With coffee and treat in hand and Baby Bug strapped to the front of me in the baby carrier, I headed off to the beach to watch the sun come up. I was thinking I’d take some pictures of the waves at dawn like I used to do when I walked every morning early early in the morning. But as the sun slowly crept into the sky it became very apparent that it was foggy. Nothing but gray on gray and then some more gray. So I unhooked Baby Bug and plopped us both down in the sand so we could enjoy our crack of dawn breakfast (I share bits of my croissant with Baby Bug, the bits without chocolate of course) .
What I didn’t foresee was that Baby Bug would find the sand almost as tasty as flakey bits of croissant. Last time we were at the beach she didn’t find sand particularly interesting to put in her mouth, so why is it such a delight this time? And instead of being a good mom and scooping her up away from the dirty sand and scraggly bits of sea weed and seagull crap, I proceeded to take out my camera and take pictures of her. She shoveled it in fistful after fistful. Mmmmmm yummy gritty salty sand. A perfectly healthy treat for babies!
I figured she’s going to eat sand sooner or later, I might as well let her get her fill of it. We do live at the beach and we probably have just as much sand embedded into our carpet (from me tracking it in every day after my walk on the beach). She inadvertently eats sand and cat hair and a zillion other gross things because we are soooooo tired of rinsing her pacifier after it falls on the floor every other second. I’m just over it! Here, kid: Have a taste of some kitty litter. It’s just like sand except even more icky.
You know what my brother calls cat poop in the litter box? Tootsie roll surprises. (Kiddingly of course…) You see, this is what happens when you have kids and cats and you just give up. Don’t send the worried emails yet though. I haven’t let Baby Bug anywhere near the cat boxes yet. Currently we are just avoiding the hallway (where the dirty cat things are) altogether. She knows something very interesting is there though. Whenever I let her crawl freely, she beelines it straight for the forbidden zone. I just haven’t figured out how to baby-proof that area yet.
I’m thinking that a perfect use of the old seventies crib would be to turn it upside down and over top the cat boxes. That way the cats (who would have to lose some weight) could fit through the bars and do their business well out of the reach of Baby Bug. I could put the cat’s water bowl and food on top of the upside down crib and then we’d have a solution to the whole kid-proofing hallway problem. Unfortunately, when I told Toby about my idea he looked at me like I was a couple fries short of a happy meal. He told me it would look ugly and completely ruin the aesthetics of our house. Hmph. As if that’s a priority. I’ll raise you one exersaucer, a disgusting rug, an office full of piles of paper on the floor and one brightly colored obnoxious activity mat…. case closed, sorta. What I really want is this.
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Back to our Regularly Scheduled Programming
The quality of this blog post depends entirely on how much longer Baby Bug takes a nap. She’s already been down for an hour so I’ll be lucky if I can type for a half an hour longer.
She is so sweet when she’s sleeping. She’s sweet when she’s awake too but there is no way I can blog or do anything else other than pay attention to her when she is awake. She’s started to climb up on things and pull herself into standing position. Her favorite thing to climb is my wooden chair that I’m sitting in at my desk right now. There I am typing away, answering an email or something and I start to feel these little fingers on my lap. I look down and there’s a little person staring right back at me! Up! She wants up! She wants up in my lap.
I oblige and lift her up so she can see my desk and laptop screen. In my imagination I think we could type away happily with her sitting on my lap. In reality there is no such thing. She wants to eat my mouse. She wants to climb up onto my desk and slobber onto my keyboard. She wants my pencil and my cell phone and the tail of the cat that just happens to be sleeping near by. She doesn’t want to play quietly with her one hundred and one toys on the floor. She wants to play with my toys. The ones that have cords and plugs and go beep and click click. Silly Baby.
So where have I been these last few days? I have so much unfinished business to blog about. I apologize for leaving this blog in a lurch last Wednesday. Those of you who guessed pms were right. Blakety-blank you!! Why do you have to be so right all the time? Can’t a girl have a little mystery and dignity? Apparently not.
Apparently I can’t handle my emotions all that well either. Thankfully, I didn’t blow up at anybody. In fact when Toby called me on the road, after I just packed up and left town without so much as a note, I was calm cool and collected and told him I loved him and that nothing was wrong. Nothing is wrong. Ha!
Poor Toby. He is so understanding of me and my crazy zig zag moods. I told him how hard it was for me to distinguish between what was really making me upset and what was just my hormones making me super uber sensitive. He said he understood. “It’s kinda like being a teenager all over again, isn’t it?” he says. “You don’t know which way is up.”
He’s right. Now that I’m feeling like myself again I can’t for the life of me figure out what made me so upset in the first place. What, a little over-worked from housework and a demanding baby! Pshaw! What’s that! You can’t finish your freelance work and your clients are starting to get worried? That’s just another day at the office. Big deal! You don’t know what to fix for dinner and you have no money left in your checking account! Whoopti-doodle doo. There are people all over who don’t even have checking accounts! Get over it Brenda. Life is tough and then you move on.
So this is me moving on. I’m trying to keep myself “centered”… which reminds me of a funny story about a girl I used to work with. But I guess I’ll have to save that for another blog (along with the saga about the 70’s crib) because the baby just woke up!
