It's been an interesting week. The nanny got sick which was one of those extremely irritating situations where you can't really get mad at anyone. I made arrangements with a babysitter for Monday, had to come home early on Tuesday and so then I finally got the kid some soup and Dayquil on Wednesday which hopefully translated into "suck it up." There are other weird nanny issues but I haven't personally analyzed them enough to explain them in writing quite yet. I'll just say that her fiancé dumped her a few weeks ago. Stay tuned for the next episode of The Nanny Diaries.
Bubu seems to be going through a phase where he is totally on Team Mom and he has denounced Team Dad. So when Daddy gets home after a long day at work and all he wants is a hug from his little boy, he gets rejected. It's awful to watch. Tonight, Team Dad says "can I have a hug?" No. Kiss? No. Don't you love Daddy? And Bubu says "No" as he climbs on my lap. Ugh, I felt guilty for some reason and just plain bad. And no, I am not brainwashing my toddler.
So tomorrow I am going to Reno, NV with some moms in my moms group, for a little getaway weekend. Well, actually, for one night but for us, just to lay out by the pool and sleep all night without a baby monitor sounds like heaven. I think we could be in any city, anywhere, with a cocktail, and be happy. But so I'm hoping while I'm gone, Team Dad wins Bubu onto his team.
Not to be taken seriously. Ramblings of a stay at home mom who finally got a job.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
The Good Stuff
In between those scattered moments of trauma that I have, are also those amazing times that I usually skip mentioning because they're just not as entertaining to describe, but so I thought I'd pay homage to the good stuff this time.
Peewee amazes me more and more every day. She smiles and laughs when we make silly noises at her, she has this intense focus when she's lying on her activity mats trying to grab the dangling princesses above her, and her eyes light up when I get home from work and it truly melts my heart. I find myself staring at her tiny feet and hands and I can't imagine our lives without her in it. It took awhile to really get a chance to bond with her because Bubu demands so much attention but now I feel like we actually have a family of 4.
Bubu can talk more and more each day that passes. He makes us laugh a million times a day with his new abilities. He just learned how to count to 5 and he seems to know the colors blue and pink. Shocker. He runs to me whenever I walk into the room and gives me a big hug and I love it. His favorite word is mommy and I'm usually happy about about that. We went swimming today and he started out with a death grip on me sitting on the top step in the water saying "I got you, mommy" over and over but then slowly we were in the pool, splashing around together. By the end of our swimming adventure Bubu was standing at the edge of the pool and jumping into my arms in the water. I was so incredibly proud of him, I could have cried. I wish I had a reality TV crew taping us to show his father so he could share in my delight.
And last, but not least, there's my husband who destroys the kitchen to make a grilled cheese sandwich but it's funny somehow. It amazes me to watch him with Peewee. He magically puts her to bed almost every night and I love him for that alone.
So, beyond the meltdowns, weird syndromes, and temporary losses of sanity, there's the good stuff.
Peewee amazes me more and more every day. She smiles and laughs when we make silly noises at her, she has this intense focus when she's lying on her activity mats trying to grab the dangling princesses above her, and her eyes light up when I get home from work and it truly melts my heart. I find myself staring at her tiny feet and hands and I can't imagine our lives without her in it. It took awhile to really get a chance to bond with her because Bubu demands so much attention but now I feel like we actually have a family of 4.
Bubu can talk more and more each day that passes. He makes us laugh a million times a day with his new abilities. He just learned how to count to 5 and he seems to know the colors blue and pink. Shocker. He runs to me whenever I walk into the room and gives me a big hug and I love it. His favorite word is mommy and I'm usually happy about about that. We went swimming today and he started out with a death grip on me sitting on the top step in the water saying "I got you, mommy" over and over but then slowly we were in the pool, splashing around together. By the end of our swimming adventure Bubu was standing at the edge of the pool and jumping into my arms in the water. I was so incredibly proud of him, I could have cried. I wish I had a reality TV crew taping us to show his father so he could share in my delight.
And last, but not least, there's my husband who destroys the kitchen to make a grilled cheese sandwich but it's funny somehow. It amazes me to watch him with Peewee. He magically puts her to bed almost every night and I love him for that alone.
So, beyond the meltdowns, weird syndromes, and temporary losses of sanity, there's the good stuff.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
The Fruit Snack Tirade
I'm not sure what started causing my periodic episodes of intensity but perhaps a little analysis will help me figure it out so here it goes. I happened to get done with my workday early yesterday. I know most people would be happy to get done early and get to go home, right? So it was about 3:30pm, I get home, and the nanny leaves around 4pm. Mind you, I'd been on my feet a lot that day so my back hurt, my feet hurt...I was tired. But I was glad to play with Bubu for awhile regardless. We played and then he asks for fruit snacks. I look at the clock and since it's almost dinner time I said no. Meltdown. He asks for a popsicle, I said no. Meltdown. He wants a Pacifier, I said no. Meltdown. Then, of course, Peewee starts crying. I go to pick her up and Bubu totally loses it. So I'm thinking, what weird twilight zone am I in right now? And where's a razor blade when you need one?
The nanny told me Bubu didn't really eat his breakfast or lunch and I didn't think much of it until now. I realized Bubu has been running the show and he eats 18 packets of fruit snacks per day so why eat any real food? So, I manage to survive a dinner for Bubu where he eats nothing but 2 cookies. Meanwhile, I've resolved to just ignore Peewee crying until her father gets home to take care of her.
Everyone finally went to sleep and woke up at 5am. I don't know what came over me but there was no going back to bed after the early morning feeding. I actually started writing pages of instructions for the nanny, spilling all my thoughts, ideas, rules and regulations out on my notebook for Bubu. Then, when the nanny arrived this morning, I reviewed all that I had wrote down for her. I also hid the remaining fruit snacks and expressed for about 30 minutes how much I f---ing hate fruit snacks and that I never want to see them again, I'll never buy them again, and never speak of them again.
On my way home from work today, I made sure NOT to get home early. I was that asshole driving 45 on the freeway actually. And now in retrospect, I realize I may have scared the poor girl...with my crazy fruit snack tirade.
The nanny told me Bubu didn't really eat his breakfast or lunch and I didn't think much of it until now. I realized Bubu has been running the show and he eats 18 packets of fruit snacks per day so why eat any real food? So, I manage to survive a dinner for Bubu where he eats nothing but 2 cookies. Meanwhile, I've resolved to just ignore Peewee crying until her father gets home to take care of her.
Everyone finally went to sleep and woke up at 5am. I don't know what came over me but there was no going back to bed after the early morning feeding. I actually started writing pages of instructions for the nanny, spilling all my thoughts, ideas, rules and regulations out on my notebook for Bubu. Then, when the nanny arrived this morning, I reviewed all that I had wrote down for her. I also hid the remaining fruit snacks and expressed for about 30 minutes how much I f---ing hate fruit snacks and that I never want to see them again, I'll never buy them again, and never speak of them again.
On my way home from work today, I made sure NOT to get home early. I was that asshole driving 45 on the freeway actually. And now in retrospect, I realize I may have scared the poor girl...with my crazy fruit snack tirade.
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