Dear Pod People,
Please return my baby. My perfect little baby who…
- Takes 3-4 45-minute naps a day every 2 or 2.5 hours.
- Sleeps through the night for 10 hours.
- Puts herself back to sleep when she wakes up.
- Sleeps in her crib.
I do not appreciate the pod baby you have left in her place. You see, the pod baby is teething.
Don’t be fooled by the cuteness. This IS a future pod person.
The pod baby you see above is not as easy going as my baby. This pod baby nurses to sleep, wakes up an hour later, must fall back asleep on me, and then wakes up every time she goes back into the crib, so I finally give up and bring the pod baby into Mommy and Daddy’s bed where the pod baby decides every few hours that she must sleep on me, not next to me.
And, of course, I get no sleep because I’m convinced I will either roll on said pod baby or roll over while the baby is on top, which will send the baby onto the floor.
I was willing to take care of the pod baby until my husband and I had this conversation:
Thoughtsy: When does the teething stop?
Kiefer: I think they have all their teeth around 2 years.
So there you have it. Just when I thought sleep was once again mine for the taking, I find out there’s another year and a half of no sleep.
About a month ago, Scout started rice cereal. The other day while I was mixing it up, someone stole my seat.
“Move your meat, lose your seat.”
I have no idea what they were talking about, but I’m pretty sure it can’t be good. Esme Kitty is…well…
evil a bad influence.
I hope Esme wasn’t trying to corrupt Scout’s innocent little mind.
What do you think Esme told Scout?
- A. Throw me all of your food, ok? Forget about the dog.
- B. If you promise not to grab my tail, I promise not to scratch you. Maybe.
- C. We’re the smallest people in this house, we have to stick together.
- D. It’s fun to trip Mommy. Don’t worry, she likes it. She also likes it when we attack her ankles.
- E. Other
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Scout is just a little over 4 months, and she’s interested in food. Specifically, my food.
Even more specifically, my birthday food.
A friend sent me a giant Rice Krispie Treat. It’s the length of my arm. I’m sorry I can’t hold the phone out far enough to show you the full magnitude.
Scout overheard the doctor saying she can start eating rice cereal, and she took the initiative to begin with my Rice Krispie Treat.
There was only one problem.
She is still working on hand-and-eye coordination. And she doesn’t know what a wrapper is.
May I present how Scout eats Rice Krispie Treats.
Step 1: Use Your Tongue.
Kiefer and I take responsibility for this. I may have given her a lick of my strawberry popsicle. She liked it. Then Kiefer may have given her a lick of his lime popsicle. She may have definitely not liked it.
Step 2: Try Biting.
Step 3: Show Your Frustration…
Hopefully, someone will take pity on you despite the fact that you’re a baby and have no teeth.
*Scout had her first
Pop-Tart rice cereal on Sunday. She was so excited she knocked the bowl out of my hands and all over her. Mommy Fail.
I wish I had something to blog about.
I thought about trying to put a funny spin on how Boo and Radley’s mom pissed me off.
Or how a minitrip to Ohio for my cousin’s wedding screwed up Scout’s sleep schedule. She’s back on track now and sleeping better than ever—10 hours straight at night.
Or how while Kiefer was traveling for work for 2 weeks Esme Kitty returned to sleeping on my head.
Or how I turned 33.
Then I just decided to post this picture instead:
Voted Most Pinchable Cheeks Ever.
Ozzy Pups and Esme Kitty like to play hide and seek.
Only…they’re not very good at it.
Ozzy likes to look in all the logical places Esme might be: like her cat carrier.
Or maybe he’s trying to hide here. I’m not really clear who is hiding and who is seeking.
Esme, on the other hand, prefers to try to squeeze into places she can’t fit.
“If you had less clothes, I would totally fit in here.”
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Luckily our dog that chases things is terribly inept at it and wouldn’t know what to do if he caught anything. The other likes to only eat already dead things. We’re so lucky and blessed!”—The Cannibalistic Nerd