SPROGLETTE: Mom, mom, mawwwwwwwm, would ya look up from your blog for a minute and pay attention to me. Look, I'm chewing wires.
DONGURIGAL: Gah, you're chewing wires!!! No no no no. Sit here.
S: When are you going to learn that you can't take your eye off me for even one minute, mom. I'm crawling now.
DG: You call that crawling? It's more like a cross between a baboon walk and beached seal.
S: Ya, but I'm fast.
DG: Ok, fine, you're fast. But it's not full on crawling. Gawd, you're only 6 and a half months old. Slow down already. I don't want you bonking your head on the TV stand like you did last time.
S: Ya, I'm fast, alright. Woohoo. That'll teach you for not watching me 24/7. Look at me go. Zoom zoom. Vroom vroom....... Grrrrr.
DG: You seem tired. You wanna have a nap.
S: No. No way. I'm not tired.
DG: But you're growling.
S: So?
DG: And you're rubbing your eyes.
S: Yah? So?
DG: And you're yawning.
S: Soooooo?
DG: And your head keeps dropping to the floor.
S: Whatever, mom.
DG: Did you just 'whatever' me? Save it for your teens, kiddo. You're napping. Here I'll give you a cuddle first.
S: I like cuddling you, mom. You have soft boobies. I got a question though, are you going to pull that Cry It Out crap like you've been doing the last couple of days?
DG: You betcha. Haven't you noticed how tidy the apartment looks right now. Even dad's noticed.
S: I don't get it.
DG: Well, I'm not all that heartless. It's not like I can go read a book or hang out on the internet while you're crying.
S: And? I still don't get it.
DG: So, I tidy. Wash a pot. Get the dishwasher unloaded. Put in a load of laundry. Wipe the counter. And anyway, I always come into your bedroom after a few minutes to soothe you, so what are you whining about? And, chicken, I got a question for you, too: what's with not napping or going to bed for me, but going to sleep immediately when your dad puts you in your crib? Huh, what's up with that?
S: Well, he's furry, mom. It makes me sleepy.
DG: But you're already sleepy.
S: But he's like one of my toys.
DG: Is that so.
S: It is so.
DG: Ok, sweety, we're done cuddling. Have a good nap. I love you.
S: Hey, hey, hey, haaaaaaay.
DG: Don't even think about it. It won't work. You know me, sleep's something I do not compromise on. And you are much nicer after a two hour nap. You just are.
S: Grrrrrrr.
DG: No really, you are. Smiley, happy, You don't growl or whine. You play. You crawl. If I let you get away with this, you'll be a basket case all day. And so will I.
S: Grrrrrr.
DG: I'm going to load the dishwasher.
S: Grrrrr. I'm going to cry. I will. You know I will.
DG: Whatever, kiddo. You'll fall asleep eventually.
S: Did you just 'whatever' me, mom.
DG: Yep, I sure did.
Loving these conversations, Dongurigal!!! :-D
Posted by: Jazz | July 30, 2008 at 09:43 AM