Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Dateline 7/10 Nikiland


Bebegirlieness is still crankass. But we got an additional saga yesterday when she stuck her finger in the pencil sharpener (not automatic, thank goodness, just your traditional turn-the-pencil sharpener). The cut was deep and she would NOT stop using her hand and messing with it. By the time Fran called me (I was making dinner)there were bloody babyprints on his shirt, on his face, on her shirt, on her face, and there was blood all down her arm. It was NOT pretty. In fact it was mommy-heart-attack-inducing, especially since I hadn't seen the incident or the beginnings of the bleeding, and just walked in to Daddy-upset, Baby BLEEDING.

Put on a bandaid? No, we will WAIL and SCREAM and make evident our weird little psychosis about things stuck to our hands and feet. Miserable.

Hold gauze to it? Same issue.

DAMNIT.

I finally settled for nursing her so that her hand was out of her sight behind my back and hoping that if all the more fiddling she could do was wiggling her fingers, it would stop bleeding.

It took about 10 minutes and my back was swabbed in baby blood, and I'll probably never get the stains out of my bra, but it did stop.

An hour later she picked up a piece of steak and started screaming (salt in her cut I'm sure). We washed her hand and I couldn't find the cut.

WTF.

Earlier that Same Day:

The same baby spent an hour in IKEA pushing around a baby-sized cart and acting every bit like the sweetie-pie that makes everyone with the least bit of hormone circulation want a child. She is just so fucking unpredictable. We go from absolute cuteness in IKEA to full-on crankass earlier or later in the day. We could go to IKEA and get her a kiddie cart today and she'd probably pull a screaming lay-on-the-floor fit. Her teeth had better fucking just come in already. And stay that way. Damnit.

In Other News:

Becca was swinging on her swing yesterday and said to me "mama, after I had my talk with daddy about not going to first grade, I feel lots better now. I like doing all the stuff he said way more than I like school."

OMG did he find the magic words or WHAT!!!

Also Schooling Related:

We went to Staples yesterday and the kids picked up enough money from the ground outside to pay for our purchases. They were having a penny sale. We spent $.35 and got 12 folders, 3 boxes of pencils, 3 pencil sharpeners (one of which provided the baby-cutting news item), and 4 packs of filler paper. We promptly went home, cleared off the table, and made alphabet folders (each page is for a different letter). The kids are so cute, so excited about pencils and paper and folders :). Becca wanted hers in cursive and the tough thing about that is...I forget the 'proper' way to form some of the upper case letters. Oh well, shortcuts work for the rest of us. She's actually quite good at forming the cursive letters. Yeehaw for her.

I will now stop the mindless drivel. Have a nice day.

1 comment:

~L~ said...

She would kill me. She would.

Becca ROCKS!

And you have officially outcheaped me.
That's momentous.