Twice last night Seth managed to wriggle one hand free from his Swaddle-Me blanket. So of course said hand was in his face irritating him, so he was making his "I'm irritated" noises, which woke me up and - you guessed it - I was irritated ;) The first time was around 2:15am or so, way too early to feed him. Thankfully he went back to sleep fairly quickly with the help of his pacifier. But then of course he was hungry around 4ish...wakey wakey #2 for Mama. Then the hand got free again just before 6am and all hell broke loose. As I was trying to strap him back in I noticed his pajamas were soaking wet. So much for the Pampers Baby Dry diapers that I thought I would try since they are supposed to be good for 12 hours. Ha! Anyway, having to change a diaper in the middle of the night is traumatic enough, but having to change pajamas too is over the top. Let the screaming commence. And it did. And of course no sooner did I fasten the new dry diaper on then he peed in it too. All I can say is THANK GOODNESS it is Friday.
Yesterday Seth and I went for a walk down to Fred Meyer. I carried him in the Moby wrap most of the way down there while pushing the stroller. On the way we passed this house where a little girl and her dog were playing in the driveway. The next thing I knew the dog was running over and attacking me. Okay, "attacking" is kind of a strong word, but the stupid animal totally barked and growled and lunged at me from behind. I can't be sure if he actually nipped at me or just jumped up on me but I was totally freaked out and yelled "What the $%&#?!?" <--- insert really bad word. I felt really bad about saying that particular word in front of this little girl, not to mention Seth, but I was a little out of sorts. Some guy came running out of the house and grabbed the dog and said sorry and I just kept on walking. Yeesh. When I told Eric about it he said I should report it to animal control. I suppose I should... we walk by that house all the time - and what if instead of nipping my rear end, the dog had nipped right onto one of Seth's little feet dangling down? Yikes. So why do I feel bad?
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I feel your pain about the dogs. I won't go on walks without Craig or at least a couple girlfriends anymore. I think we must be the only people in Yucca Valley who don't have dogs, they're mostly pitbulls, and people mostly seem to think that keeping them leashed or fenced is optional. We've been charged several times, but luckily never with Adela. I would freak!
Oh, and about swaddling... Adela hates it. But I've had to start doing it every time I feed her to prevent her *helping* by socking me repeatedly. You should see her. She truly winds up. It would be funny if it wasn't so painful. It's like her hands are possessed. She scratches the heck out of her face almost daily now too, no matter how short I try to file her nails. They're like little live wires.
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