Nothing, Really
Another Sunday. Camper made it all the way through church today. He was sleepy baby again today- which means now he’s screamy baby. Anyone else have a colicky baby that makes you feel a wee like a bad Mom? It’s like…if I were a good Mom I could get him to stop crying, right? Well, wrong. He is clean and well fed, snuggled and loved, and sometimes he just cries. I was on the phone with my Mom and I laughed kind of near his head (not even that close!) and not only did he start crying, but he was SCREAMING. Bottom lip stuck out and quivering and everything. He got so mad that he had tears…running down his cheeks. It hurts me in my soul. And all because of a little laugh. Not even a guffaw, really. More a mild chuckle. Wow. What a child I have. Just like his Mom…
Yesterday was a pretty good day, except for the BYU home game and resultant traffic. We went to the mall and I found some church clothes that fit, resulting in me feeling like a real human being today. There is no underestimating the power and mood booster of some clothes that fit and feel nice. I would love to loose this baby weight sooner than later, but I don’t feel like wearing sweatpants and maternity wear until I do. That is for SURE. I’ve finally figured out that Shade T-shirts are indeed nicer than Down East Basics. Way nicer- way more expensive- but way nicer, too. Very comfortable and flattering.
So now we’re just chillin’. We bought a marinated pork loin (I never realized how disgusting that sounds) from Costco awhile ago, and I roasted part of it for dinner along with some instabake style cookies. Now we’re watching Oceans 13- which inspired the following conversation that I will leave you lovely people with:
Me: “We should come up with a super secret code for if thug men come to the house.”
John: “Yeah? Like, ‘There’s water in the basement and the pilot light’s out?’”
Me: “Yeah.”
a moment of silence.
John: “So what’s your secret code?”
Me: “We’ve had like 3. You never remember them. You never even remember we’ve had secret codes.”
John: “We’ve had secret codes?”
1charliejo
wrote on 9 November 2008 at 21:05
Erin, sounds like you’re having fun being a mom. =) i’m sure you’ve tried everything under the sun to help camper when he cries. One thing that helped with both my girls was just walking them outside. the cool air helped, and I’m still walking my baby around the circle almost 18 months later when she cries ;-). Oh! I’m not sure about your costco, but the one near me has shade in a 2-pack deal for 16-18 dollars (not exact on price) but I LOVE them. =) love ya guys! give camper a big hug from auntie em.
2paulette
wrote on 10 November 2008 at 5:23
Erin, you are just too funny. I am going to give you the definition of a bad Mom, the same one I have told every new Mommy having the thought that they may not make the grade. This does seem to be a pretty common feeling by the way.
A bad Mom takes her baby shopping, and leaves him in the cart. A bad Mom figures that she should not change the baby, hey he is just going to pee again soon! A bad Mom does as little as possible for the baby, and as much as possible for herself. So see you do not even come close to fitting. Stop worrying, it is a phase, {another Auntieism}. And as far as the code word if someone breaks into your house, GET OUT, yup that should work, easy to remember too! LOve you lots P
3smokingpen
wrote on 10 November 2008 at 12:44
I think the code words should be a very loud: “Get the gun!!!”