I wrote a post but accidentally selected all and cut it. Create a fucking undo button, iPhone.
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Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
I ran out of diapers today
My parents have a pool. So on this 90 plus degree day, we went. V kept trying to drink the pool water but all in all a success.
Until she pooed a huge poo just before we left. I saw it in her face. The concentration. Then, I heard it. I went to go change her diaper and then realized oh shit we are out.
Babies go into the pool diapered. Obviously, since you don't want them shitting in your pool. Hence, the swim diaper, which goes over the regular diaper. The name is misleading because it doesn't do anything but keep solids in. It is completely permeable, and so any time the baby goes into the pool, her diaper will swell up to the size of Neptuner. Seriously she was buoyant after 5 minutes.
Anyhoo, after multiple trips into the pool, and diaper changings in between, I realized too late that I had used all of the diapers. So we stuck a towel in her pants and put a doggie wee wee pad under her butt in the car. Of course she peed on the way home and when I picked her up, I knew what she knew but didn't tell me. Fun, really fun.
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Until she pooed a huge poo just before we left. I saw it in her face. The concentration. Then, I heard it. I went to go change her diaper and then realized oh shit we are out.
Babies go into the pool diapered. Obviously, since you don't want them shitting in your pool. Hence, the swim diaper, which goes over the regular diaper. The name is misleading because it doesn't do anything but keep solids in. It is completely permeable, and so any time the baby goes into the pool, her diaper will swell up to the size of Neptuner. Seriously she was buoyant after 5 minutes.
Anyhoo, after multiple trips into the pool, and diaper changings in between, I realized too late that I had used all of the diapers. So we stuck a towel in her pants and put a doggie wee wee pad under her butt in the car. Of course she peed on the way home and when I picked her up, I knew what she knew but didn't tell me. Fun, really fun.
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Autocorrect
Freaking iphone. I would like to know who is in charge of the autocorrect function. I mean, someone has to sit there and type in all of the possible misspellings for a word, right? I know that person is a guy, because my iphone just tried to autocorrect "playdate" to "playmate". No, no no. NO.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
What the beep
She throws the block and cries. I pick it up and give it back to her. And she throws it again! And again! Um, if you want it so badly don't throw it. Duh baby. I guess her teeny mind can't grasp this concept.
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Saturday, June 16, 2012
Baby music classes
Yeah I joined one. The baby needs to interact with other people or else she will become shy, and eventually weird, like me.
I went in expecting to see a bunch of moms with their babies but they were all nannies. We sat around in a circle while Andy stood in the middle and played his guitar and sang. He sang in the highest, happiest, squeakiest voice I have ever heard a male use, and he bounced around like he was on extasy. I kept thinking, I bet you never saw yourself doing this when you were 10 and wanted to be a pop star. At one point Andy had to check on the music player and when he thought no one was looking he put his head down into his hand. Ah, the veneer cracks.
All of the other babies laughed and ran around. They picked up the little shaking toys that Andy passed around and stuck them in their mouths while their nannies call watched. One baby crawled up to Andy and latched onto his legs. Violet sat and stared. And stared. And stared. Her little arms were like chicken wings and for the life of me I couldn't get her to straighten them. All the while her mouth hung slightly open. When she does this she looks a little delayed. I sang and did motions but she gave me nothing.
We're going back next week. Here is hoping she does more than drool.
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I went in expecting to see a bunch of moms with their babies but they were all nannies. We sat around in a circle while Andy stood in the middle and played his guitar and sang. He sang in the highest, happiest, squeakiest voice I have ever heard a male use, and he bounced around like he was on extasy. I kept thinking, I bet you never saw yourself doing this when you were 10 and wanted to be a pop star. At one point Andy had to check on the music player and when he thought no one was looking he put his head down into his hand. Ah, the veneer cracks.
All of the other babies laughed and ran around. They picked up the little shaking toys that Andy passed around and stuck them in their mouths while their nannies call watched. One baby crawled up to Andy and latched onto his legs. Violet sat and stared. And stared. And stared. Her little arms were like chicken wings and for the life of me I couldn't get her to straighten them. All the while her mouth hung slightly open. When she does this she looks a little delayed. I sang and did motions but she gave me nothing.
We're going back next week. Here is hoping she does more than drool.
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Sucks
Ever since I had Violet, I can't watch a simple baby killing on tv anymore without completely freaking out. I guess I am not your target audience, Game of Thrones. But I still love you.
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