Today the Littles were off their game and everyone was feeling feisty. I like rain, but apparently the Littles felt differently about it after 4 days.
The Tiny Little was freaking out about life in general. Here’s how his day went:
Put me down.
Why did you put me down?!?
I need a nap.
Hey, I don’t want to go in my crib!
Give me a bottle.
Yuck! Why’d you jam a bottle in my mouth?!?
Pick me up.
Put me down you jerk!
Hey, you, give me some peas!
At this point, I started heaving my own lunch and decided the best thing to do was to get the Tiny down for a nap.
And he wouldn’t do it. Poor Little was fed up with life and nothing I could do would help.
Okie dokie, kill me now, Pokie.
On the other hand, the Big Little was having a rockstar day. She was singing, dancing, laughing, kissing. I think she even autographed my stomach with a crayon.
And then at nap time she pulled what I will forever call The Corpse move.
I walked by her cot and her eyes were open, staring blankly ahead.
Mind you, she’s been asleep for an hour by this time.
So I call her name and get no response.
I crouch in front of her, nothing.
I tap her back, zilch.
So with the goosebumps on my arms and my hair standing on end, I reach out and close her eyes like you would a corpse.
And had to run across the room to jump up and down like Lola seeing a spider.
I will now have nightmares of this Little’s eyes opening up each time she naps and staring at me as I play on my computer. And I must say, I’m too scared right now to look at her and see if her eyes are open again…
I may have to terminate care.
And in other news, I was going to catch up on my Ghost Hunters DVR list tonight, but we’ll postpone until I get the poop stains off my current underwear…
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