Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Circus Clown in Training




Every day is a new creative venture of trying to find techniques that deter crying fits. Each method expires quickly and seems to lose its effect within a day or two, so the need for new anti-cry defenses is a constant void needing to be filled. At each successful attempt, I give myself Supermom Points, highly cherished and full of kudos. Oh, and each Supermom Point also comes with a handful of candy out of the M&M's jar.

Don't get me wrong, she's a very good child in general, and doesn't really cry that often. She spends most of her day sleeping, eating or pushing out farts that rattle the house like a nuclear explosion followed by a 3.0 earthquake. Note to self to see if our home warranty covers drywall repair due to natural disaster from baby bottom.

She is, however, getting to the stage where when awake, she wants to be entertained. But is not yet at the stage at which she can hold and investigate things, watch things further than about 18 inches away, or move by herself. She therefore gets a little frustrated during the awake times.

Enter Mommy.

Yesterday we had a rousing game of romping around the house to "Paul Has a Head Like a Ping Pong Ball." By the time we got to the first chorus of "ping-pong-ping-pong-ping-pong-ball," teary eyes had morphed into wide open eyes which stared at me with a look of "Are you completely insane?"

Success. 1 Supermom Point for me. If I keep this up, they're going to have to name a pacifier after me or something.

2 Comments:

At 12:17 PM , Blogger Stereoette said...

if i come visit, would you do a repeat performance of that particular game for mine own personal entertainment?

pleez?

 
At 3:32 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

What exciting times, to be knows as your dear daughter's pacifier. It's an instant reward! Love, Mom

 

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