She threw a piece of pancake on the floor. Then she desperately wanted it back. THAT PIECE. None of the ones on her plate. That one.
Because he wanted more bath.
She asked me to put on her hat (handed me the hat, signed “more” (which she also uses for give or do), and then pointed at her head. Very clear). So I put the hat on her. Wrong choice apparently?
Someone might be overtired from the zoo yesterday
The dog destroyed an empty tissue box that was apparently the love of her life. I tried to tape it back together, but it isn’t fixed.
I took of her rain suit. Apparently she still wanted it on. You see, my confusion came from me asking “do you want me to take off your rain suit?” And her nodding vigorously in reply. Silly me.
Mum keeps insisting that I spend time on my tummy when I am perfectly capable of sitting and standing. She keeps talking about crawling and it makes me angry .
I’m waving these limbs about and my body isn’t going anywhere, nor are the toys I want to inspect getting any closer.
Also, mum keeps rolling me over. OK, sometimes that’s fun.
We’re not sure! The last two nights Pipsqueak has woken up screaming after a couple hours in bed.
Some possibilities we discussed by text as I was rocking her back to sleep:
- Teething?
- Separation Anxiety?
- Growing Pains?
- The Biden Administration*?
*Pipsqueak is anti-vax (based on the screams) and anti-mask (based on the effort she puts into removing ours whenever we are wearing them) so we assume she’s not happy with the democrat’s being back in office
Because my toothbrush is green. Mama told me to pick a yellow one, but I wanted a green one, so I picked a green one.
But now my toothbrush is not yellow.
I laughed
Same here for the past 2 weeks
We noticed he was a little gassier after trying solids (ok maybe lobster ravioli filling was a little ambitious) which might have been causing the wakeups themselves. Then we think newly-developed separation anxiety kept him from self-soothing back to sleep, because hanging out with us definitely soothed him and he kept trying to play, reach for stuff, and giggle.
Last night was sumpthin’ else. Unsootheable by any means from 3-8am, basically. We have a ped appointment this afternoon to look into other causes.
LOL Pipsqueak you are very young to be so opinionated!
Poor Spore! I hope everything turns out fine.
I’m pretty sure it’s teething. It’s been almost a month since the last two broke through, the drool and hands in the mouth is ramping up, she’s been pulling on her ears a bit.
But she was gassy before bed, so that could definitely be an extra issue. And I’m seeing the first little signs that separation anxiety may be coming.
Being a baby is hard!
Because Dada was wearing a light brown hat, not his brown hat.
Dipping her waffle in her pudding made it mushy.
Breakfast ended when she said she was done.
Didn’t let her take the giant straw to go brush her teeth. (Daddy face stab hazard)
Because I don’t want my jacket off, I just want to TAKE my jacket off. But not have it be off. Duh.
Is it overtiredness or the pancakes I had this morning that were made with cows milk? Or because you’re hungry?
Teething? Gas? Developmental leap? An intense desire to wake up every thirty minutes so mama is broken?
For me, it’s being woken every thirty minutes
Ice cubes melt
Another week, another failure by mama to bring the trash truck back.
Same here. Every single Monday. We walk around the neighborhood following the garbage trucks around.