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trinityvixenDude.
All my posts from San Francisco were either about birthday stuffs or travel hijinks. I don't think I mentioned (enough, anyway) how friggin' exhausting it is to watch a baby. I had help, too. My mom and I had the baby to ourselves for about twelve hours for each of the last two days I was there, and maaaaaaaan. Babies need stuff, like, ALL THE DAMNED TIME. If they're not hungry, they probably need a diaper changed. My niece is adorable in that changing her diaper is like her favorite thing in the world after food; she wiggles and kicks and smiles and just lovey-loves it.
If it's not the diaper, maybe it's a nap. She might just need stimulation--take her on a walk, walk around with her, lay her on her back under her play-station thing. There's always something. Even when she naps, it's like a conditional--a transitory period dependent either on you doing something to make her sleep (taking her out in the stroller/car or walking her around until she drifts off) or her only sleeping long enough for you to get tired yourself but not to also fall asleep (you can't, either, 'cause you have to be up if she is and I could sleep through a baby crying easy).
My sister seems to think I was good with baby (maybe I was--I got her down for naps pretty easily), and she kept saying, "Now, don't you want one?" My mother, GOD BLESS HER, was like, "Honey, I think she's even less likely to have one now." Proof positive that my mom knows me pretty damn well. It's okay; my sister has good taste when it comes to clothes and she got me a nice top for my birthday. She also got me a revenge-of-the-thrift-store outfit that's blindingly yellow and of the polyester persuasion, but that was a joke. I just need to do one better on her birthday to show her up.
But yeah, babies is mad tiring, yo. I don't think I ever hit the pillow so hard as I've done in the last few days.
All my posts from San Francisco were either about birthday stuffs or travel hijinks. I don't think I mentioned (enough, anyway) how friggin' exhausting it is to watch a baby. I had help, too. My mom and I had the baby to ourselves for about twelve hours for each of the last two days I was there, and maaaaaaaan. Babies need stuff, like, ALL THE DAMNED TIME. If they're not hungry, they probably need a diaper changed. My niece is adorable in that changing her diaper is like her favorite thing in the world after food; she wiggles and kicks and smiles and just lovey-loves it.
If it's not the diaper, maybe it's a nap. She might just need stimulation--take her on a walk, walk around with her, lay her on her back under her play-station thing. There's always something. Even when she naps, it's like a conditional--a transitory period dependent either on you doing something to make her sleep (taking her out in the stroller/car or walking her around until she drifts off) or her only sleeping long enough for you to get tired yourself but not to also fall asleep (you can't, either, 'cause you have to be up if she is and I could sleep through a baby crying easy).
My sister seems to think I was good with baby (maybe I was--I got her down for naps pretty easily), and she kept saying, "Now, don't you want one?" My mother, GOD BLESS HER, was like, "Honey, I think she's even less likely to have one now." Proof positive that my mom knows me pretty damn well. It's okay; my sister has good taste when it comes to clothes and she got me a nice top for my birthday. She also got me a revenge-of-the-thrift-store outfit that's blindingly yellow and of the polyester persuasion, but that was a joke. I just need to do one better on her birthday to show her up.
But yeah, babies is mad tiring, yo. I don't think I ever hit the pillow so hard as I've done in the last few days.
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Re: LMAO
Date: 2007-04-05 07:28 pm (UTC)