Friday, June 22, 2012

Cuts like a knife

I am so over Audrey being sick. This has been really bad, and I'm just glad that David's been here to take care of her. Especially since she's wanted nothing to do with me.

For the last couple of days, she's just wanted her daddy. Which is fine, I get it, even though it hurts. We've been letting her watch as much TV as she wants since she's sick. It's been a great distraction for her. As soon as she's away from the TV, she starts crying because she's been in so much pain. We think she's had a virus, with a terrible headache and stomach ache.

I feel bad that I even care if she wants to be comforted by me. I should be glad that she has someone who can do that for her. But when she's kicking me, or poking me in the eye, or pushing me away from her, it's hard to be mature about it. Last night, she woke up, and David and I both went in there. We were singing to her, and we finally got her back in bed. David said he'd lie on the floor beside her crib, and I said I would, too. She pointed to me and said, "Go to door". I thought I knew what she was talking about, since she's said that before. So I asked her if she wanted me to leave, and she said yes. Ouch.

Then this morning, I asked her to choose what book she wanted to read before her nap. She said she didn't want to nap, and then the arrow to the heart..."I don't like you".  I was steamed. Embarrassingly, I raised my voice and said, "Oh fine, you don't like me? That's just great!" and stormed out of the room.

All I can think of now is when she becomes a teenager, and then it will be more like, "I hate you, Mom."

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

About last night...

Audrey's 2-year molars have been giving her fits. They've been hurting, on and off, for months. I noticed that one had broken the skin this week, and the other side is very swollen. I feel so bad for her. And did you know that "2-year" molars can sometimes come in until the age of 5?

Last night, Audrey woke up about 3 am, and she was crying and saying, "Where's my bunny, Mommy? Where's my bunny, Mommy?" over and over again. I went in there, and her bunny was right under one of her other babies. It's very unusual for her to wake up during the night, so I suspected something was wrong. She was also very hot.

Around 5 or 6, I heard her coughing, or what I thought was coughing. Then she started screaming like she hasn't in a long time, like when she used to get her leg caught in the crib slats. I ran in there, and she had thrown up all over the place. This has happened once before, I think, when she actually projectile vomited on the wall.

The thing is...she was more upset about the mess she made than about being sick. It was all over her "big girl" blanket, and she was just freaking out about it. I had to wake David up because I couldn't take care of cleaning up and calming her down.

She hasn't done it again, thank goodness, although she still has a fever. But it concerns me because she gets so upset about messes. I feel like my OCD about cleanliness has rubbed off on her, and that is NOT what I wanted, obviously.

For example, as soon as I took off her dirty pajamas and threw them on the floor, she ran and put them in the hamper. What kid does that when she's sick? If she has a hair on her tray when she's eating (I'm not talking about in her food), she goes nuts.

I'm feeling really guilty right now. I hope I haven't turned her into a mini version of "OCD Heather".

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Yes, she's wearing my socks as mittens in that pic:)

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Fire...or not

Last night, we went out to dinner with my father-in-law and David's brother to celebrate Father's Day. Audrey was behaving really well. Until the fire alarm went off.

Audrey has always been started by loud noises, even when we get crushed ice from the fridge. I was looking at her when the alarm went off, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She was trying to jump in my lap, which wasn't happening because she was strapped in the high chair. It was all I could do not to scream at David to unbuckle the strap, since I was so upset. I couldn't reach it, since she was lunging for me.

I took her outside immediately, because I knew she was going to have a breakdown if we stayed in there. It was deafening, and lights were flashing, and no one knew what was going on. This went on for 5-6 minutes, which is a lot of time. People started streaming out of the restaurant.

I'm just glad we'd finished eating...and, of course, that there was no fire. Some brilliant person upstairs was smoking in the bathroom. Seriously.

Anyway, they finally figured out how to silence the alarm. The restaurant has recently come under new management, and apparently they didn't know how to do it. The fire trucks and police showed up. At least Audrey got a chance to see a couple of fire trucks up close.

It just amazed me how everyone was so clueless when it went off. The staff just froze up, and they were looking at each other in shock. No one stepped up and took control. So annoying, not to mention dangerous.

So I went home with a headache and a sour mood. I don't think I'll be going there again.

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This pic is from February, but it shows what everyone in the restaurant was doing...minus the smile, of course.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012


So yesterday, we took our little darling to the movie theater for the first time. She saw her first movie only last week on DVD (Lady and the Tramp), so we thought she'd be fine to go to the free movies at our local theater. They were showing Chipwrecked this week, and even though those little creatures' voices make me squirm, we decided to go. Mainly because Audrey's been obsessed with Alvin since Mom gave her a toy one that came with her (Mom's) Happy Meal.

Truthfully, when I first got up, I wasn't really interested in running out to be at the movies at 9:30. We hadn't had a lazy morning since we got back from the beach, and I knew we'd have to get there early, since those theaters are really packed during the free movies. But we had already mentioned it to Audrey the night before, and she remembered; in fact, those were among the first words out of her mouth that morning.

She did fairly well, considering it was her first movie...that is, until the end. Something scared her, I think when the volcano shook the ground, and I reached over to comfort her. She pushed me away, saying, "Get back over there," indicating my seat. That ticked me off, but whatever. Then she took her water cup and threw it over me, where it almost hit a baby and rolled to the level below us. Unbelievable.

I'm a serious germaphobe, but I also can't stand wasting money, so I knew I had to get it. I had to get on my hands and knees and reach down (shudder) onto the floor in the dark theater. I thought I was going to gag.

Then, at the end of the movie, Audrey refused to leave. She started screaming bloody murder, and everyone was looking at us. Lovely.

She thought we were taking her out to change her diaper, which we didn't realize was soaking wet. I tried to explain to her that the movie was over, that all the people were leaving. She cried and cried.

Needless to say, she got a nice time out when we got home, for pushing both David and me, for throwing her cup, and for acting like a maniac. I was already looking forward to seeing Hop next week, but David said no more movies. Maybe he'll change his mind.

Later on, though, she was perfectly fine.

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Oh, how I love the terrible twos.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012


David is finally home for the summer. What a relief! I was seriously running on empty before his last day, to say the very least.

We went to the beach last week, and it was fun, even though it rained for two days straight. Maybe I'll blog about that in a few separate posts so I can spread them out. I've been hurting for topics lately.

Or maybe it's just all the craziness that's gone on since spring break. David had all these photography commitments (school dances, a wedding, a bridal portrait, not to mention co-chairing the prom), and I had Audrey A LOT by myself. It was really starting to get to me. I was getting depressed and more and more anxious, so the end of the school year couldn't come soon enough.

David was finished with school at the end of May, but it's been busy even since then. I had all these doctor's appointments that week, and then we left for the beach on Saturday. And if you've been on vacation with a toddler (is she still considered a toddler? I don't know), it's not usually a vacation. I mean, you have all the responsibilities of home, except you're living in a place that's not your own.

That's not to say we didn't have a great time, but it's not like trips before Audrey, when David and I could sit on the beach all day and read (me) or listen to music (David).

But we wouldn't trade our little bug for anything, of course. She absolutely loved the beach, just like she has since she was 6 months old.

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This is the fourth time she's been, and we're set to go again later this summer. It feels wonderful to see her enjoying herself so much.