1. "Move it, fat-ass." (I was 9 months pregnant)
2. "You know, sometimes the baby makes a 'Jaime' face at me. She scowls, frowns, yells at me, cries and nags..." (holding our 15 day old baby)
3. "Give me a call if you need a ride home from the hospital." (After I told him we were pregnant with our second child)
4. "Marriage isn't about true love at all, at least not in that stupid 'Sex-In-The-City' chick way." (during our discussion about our relationship)
I write in defiance of labels (Mom, Wife, Raging Liberal, Therapist) because the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. All comments are welcome, and any criticism will be dismissed as jealousy.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Funny Things Dearest Daughter Said
-Baby Girl wandered out of her room the other morning, looking like a sleepy, rumpled lion with her huge, tangled hair. "Where's Daddy?" she croaked, still hoarse. I told her that Daddy was at work, because his vacation was over. "Well," she tried again, "Where is my Father? Father? Father?!?"
-Baby Girl pranced into the kitchen to announce "Mom! I put away all of my crap!"
-Baby Girl asked for another glass of milk, which I countered with an offer of water or juice. She looked straight across the table to Nana and said in the most serious of tones "Milk makes me poop."
-After a full hour of wailing at her wonderful parents to come and get her out of her crib (at 10:30 pm, a full 1.5 hours past her bedtime) she finally resorted to a tried and true form of manipulation. "Dad!" she hollered. "Dad! Dy! I forgot! I forgot to tell you something!" It is a testament to our wonderful parenting skills that we didn't go in to her room to hear what she had forgotten to say.
-Baby Girl pranced into the kitchen to announce "Mom! I put away all of my crap!"
-Baby Girl asked for another glass of milk, which I countered with an offer of water or juice. She looked straight across the table to Nana and said in the most serious of tones "Milk makes me poop."
-After a full hour of wailing at her wonderful parents to come and get her out of her crib (at 10:30 pm, a full 1.5 hours past her bedtime) she finally resorted to a tried and true form of manipulation. "Dad!" she hollered. "Dad! Dy! I forgot! I forgot to tell you something!" It is a testament to our wonderful parenting skills that we didn't go in to her room to hear what she had forgotten to say.
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