I watched my nephew Thomas today. He's a good baby.
He's a newborn. Piece of cake. Right.
Kacie was all over him. In a controlling, don't look at my mommy or i'll put you in the gallows sort of way. Joey wrinkled his nose and pointed..."what. dat. mom.? ewww. what dat.?" It's a baby. "ewww. don't. like. it. moooom." Joey. pauses. between. each. word. he. says.
There were no injuries, or face slappings, but these babies of mine realized what this baby does to mom. He distracts her. We're talking 8 nectarines, graham crackers, banana, popsicle, elmer's, acrylics, and brown sugar...smushed into one lovely giant masterpiece of maniacs.
All things considered, I did pretty well. I remembered to sway front to back, not side to side...Reminding Thomas of his stint in the womb. I even made swishing noises in his ear.
His dad sings to him in a really high monotone pitch when he cries. I tried that. Scared myself.
I'd slide him into the crib, like butter; sound asleep butter. And just as I'd turn my back, the wailing. The cringing. The praying. Pleeease go to sleep baby. Cute, cute, baby.
Kacie decided she didn't like this thing called beebee.
Yup. We're done.
I love Thomas; and I heart IUD.