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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

My last nerve.

I love Gibson a whole lot.  But I'm pretty sure his goal today is to drive me crazy.

And before you say it, I know that he's only seven months old and is just being a baby and isn't doing it on purpose.  That doesn't mean it isn't super obnoxious.

He woke up from a (very short) nap pretty happy...for about two seconds.  And then the screaming started.  I changed his diaper, which was a nightmare.  It was like trying to put a diaper on a rabid greyhound who has seen a bunny it wants to chase.  For an immobile blob, he sure can move when he wants to annoy me.

And he kept shrieking.  It wasn't time for a bottle yet, so I tried bouncing, walking, playing...nothing worked.  And he kept looking at the kitchen (where he knows I make his bottles) and screaming louder.  So he got a bottle.

He should have been happy after that, right?  Nope.  Still sad.  No matter what I tried.  Blocks are the WORST!  Playing with wipes?  The WORST.  Laying down is AWFUL.  Sitting up SUCKS.  Sitting on Mom's lap is pure AGONY.



Finally I found something that made him semi-happy: watching videos of himself.  He likes himself an awful lot.  And now he's semi-happy in his jumper, but I don't foresee it lasting very long.

And now he's whining, which is what I thought would happen.  Isn't the whining supposed to come later?  Like when he's two?

...he probably gets it from me.  Because this post is basically whining.

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