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ocelotI know it's a common phase, probably relating to separation anxiety and learning to control his world and express his wants, but it still makes me wonder what in the world I did that was so terrible when I end up with a thrashing, screaming mass of baby who only wants daddy.
Perhaps it won't rain much today, and we can get out of the apartment.
Leif has a new favorite toy. It is a one-ounce glass jar that formerly held caviar. We never intended for it to be a baby toy, but he found it sitting on the counter during his bath about a week ago, and he's been entranced with it ever since.
I think we're both going a little stir-crazy. He keeps wiggling down from my lap and then crying to get back up. Right now he seems to be satisfied with sitting on top of my feet.
Baby nails are a pain. Literally. Even if I cut them every few days (which he hates, but tolerates if we're watching a movie), he still scratches me up. Little kitty claws.
Since it isn't actually raining right now, I think we're going to go out and get bagels. Perhaps I'll be really ambitious and get down to ghetto k-mart and get some dye to tie-dye some of Leif's boring white stuff.
Such excitement!
I will avoid writing snarky comments about certain people. In the end it will all be for the better anyways, so I should just let it go instead of dwelling on the angst.
Besides, it's hard to feel all angsty when you have an adorable baby babbling at the cat and laughing hysterically.
Perhaps it won't rain much today, and we can get out of the apartment.
Leif has a new favorite toy. It is a one-ounce glass jar that formerly held caviar. We never intended for it to be a baby toy, but he found it sitting on the counter during his bath about a week ago, and he's been entranced with it ever since.
I think we're both going a little stir-crazy. He keeps wiggling down from my lap and then crying to get back up. Right now he seems to be satisfied with sitting on top of my feet.
Baby nails are a pain. Literally. Even if I cut them every few days (which he hates, but tolerates if we're watching a movie), he still scratches me up. Little kitty claws.
Since it isn't actually raining right now, I think we're going to go out and get bagels. Perhaps I'll be really ambitious and get down to ghetto k-mart and get some dye to tie-dye some of Leif's boring white stuff.
Such excitement!
I will avoid writing snarky comments about certain people. In the end it will all be for the better anyways, so I should just let it go instead of dwelling on the angst.
Besides, it's hard to feel all angsty when you have an adorable baby babbling at the cat and laughing hysterically.
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Date: 2004-04-14 06:55 pm (UTC)heh. olive has adopted a four ounce pickle jar, complete with lid, that was returned to us after our christmas gift of pickles was consumed. we can't seem to get the jar out of her room. she always finds it again. and again. and again.
and oh look! she's found my candy molds. le sigh.