4:30 AM
I've been skulking around my dark house with a crying toddler flailing since the wee hours of this morning. I think she had a nightmare, but she then she got into that crying jag groove. You know, the one where their voice takes on a repetitive monotone: Waa-haaa. Waa-haaa. Waa-haaa.
So I tried all the usual tricks. Rocking. Bouncing. Pacing. Head-rubbing. Singing. Changing the diaper. Offering sippy cups of juice (smacked out of my hand!) and milk (refused to even look, just continued to sob into my shoulder and thwack me with her fists.)
Waa-haaa. Waa-haaa.
Thank goodness for TiVo. Dora shouting at her seemed to snap her out of it, and I settled her on the couch with the milk sippy and a blanket and snuck into the kitchen to surf the 'net.
There are a lot of unflattering photos of me on Flickr. Not just looking large, but always with the mouth open, as if to take a bite of whomever is standing next to me. Perhaps this is how I attained my current vavavavoom? Hard to say. I'm mighty, mighty, just letting it all hang out.
As I was sorting laundry yesterday, I emptied my husband's bag from his trip and came across these women's footie socks with little dog heads on the heels. Wuh? I assumed they belonged to one of the husband's coworkers who had been on the business/golf trip, and had somehow made it into his bag. But no! NO!
He actually WORE them during his golf tourney. Hee! Haa! Hooooo!
That's right. Step off, ladies. He's all mine.
Comments
omg, we had the crying nightmare, too. It took forever to mkae him stop!
Posted by: Busy Mom | August 3, 2005 7:23 AM
Sorry about the crying jag. I hate those. Your husband has adorable taste in socks, I must say!
Posted by: mrsrum | August 3, 2005 7:46 AM
He's just informed me that he wore the socks ONLY because his co-workers gave them to him as a gift, and the whole foursome was golfing wearing funny socks.
But still. Haa!
Posted by: Jenny | August 3, 2005 7:50 AM
It takes a real man w/ a set of brass ones to wear footie socks w/ little bobbling dog heads! That's quite the catch you've got there girlfriend!
Posted by: Lindsey | August 3, 2005 8:44 AM
The hubster's socks? Looks exactly like my dog. My dog who no longer has balls. But your husband has balls to make up for that. Big brass ones, according to Lindsey. And you have to be ballsy to be married to The Jenny cuz she bad, she real bad. Especially in those flickr pics. Mouth open ready to chomp. Baaaaad.
Thank you for letting me free associate on Three Kid Circus, Jenny.
Posted by: GraceD | August 3, 2005 9:34 AM
"Thank goodness for TiVo" --Amen to that, sister! We haven't had the toddler nightmare experience yet, but it sure has come in handy when the kid has been sick and miserable.
I hope you're able to get some rest today, mama!
Posted by: Surcie | August 3, 2005 9:44 AM
I can not beleive he wore those. SEXY!!!!
Sorry about the rough night. They throw you out of wack for a few days. And you were just recovering from Blogher!
Posted by: Meghan | August 3, 2005 9:53 AM
Are you sure it wasn't a night terror? My son used to get those & would respond similarly. Breaks your heart for them, but at the same time makes you want to scream, "Snap out of it already!"
LOVE the sox. He had to be the coolest cat on the course. Okay dog. Hee!!
Posted by: buffi | August 3, 2005 11:39 AM
We don't have TiVo. I know, I can't believe it either. Crying jags here always end up with a drive in the car.
I love the socks! I want a pair so bad! I don't think Hubby would wear them, thankfully. But I would!
Posted by: Tammy/averagemom | August 3, 2005 1:12 PM
love the socks!!!
and we love Dora in our house too!!
Posted by: M | August 3, 2005 1:30 PM