Ok, so I have figured out that it is my job to present a challenge to my dear Mommy as much as I can. So, I am determined to do anything I can to not let her plan anything. It turns out that Mommy has these idols called control and self-sufficiency. That means she loves things like schedules and being able to handle things all on her own. Well, I am here to help her change all that. I am like her Moses and am helping her tear down her golden calf named "control". tee hee hee!
So, I am not going to get on any particular sleeping or feeding schedule. Even when I heard that doctor tell Mommy that I had to be fed every 3 hours in the tube, I have her change that from every 2 to 2 1/2 hours. NEVER 3 hours - are you kidding? That would give her time to plan to do something outside the home. I like to have her under my thumb (giggle). I hear her tell people from time to time that I am sleeping through the night for her. Well, I couldn't let her plan on a good nights sleep yet either - so I started waking up and teasing her to make her think that I was going to pull my tube out (which I just might - I hate that thing, especially when I'm sleeping). I grunt and moan and struggle to get my arms out of my swaddle -- man, she is quick! She is up out of that bed faster than I can spit my passy out tightening up that swaddle. It sure is hard to get one over on her -- but she is still awake - no full nights sleep in this plan. :)
My other favorite thing to do to rock her world is wait until she gets good and settled in the feeding process (which I might add -is difficult to stop once you start) and fill my diaper....and I don't really mean fill - I mean OVER fill. Big ole, smooshy, stinky, burn the hair in your nose, leak out and fill up my footies kind of full. The kind that when she changes me, she sqeals about germs and poop up on her elbows. I am just laughing and smiling cause I think it is hilarious!
So, I am not going to get on any particular sleeping or feeding schedule. Even when I heard that doctor tell Mommy that I had to be fed every 3 hours in the tube, I have her change that from every 2 to 2 1/2 hours. NEVER 3 hours - are you kidding? That would give her time to plan to do something outside the home. I like to have her under my thumb (giggle). I hear her tell people from time to time that I am sleeping through the night for her. Well, I couldn't let her plan on a good nights sleep yet either - so I started waking up and teasing her to make her think that I was going to pull my tube out (which I just might - I hate that thing, especially when I'm sleeping). I grunt and moan and struggle to get my arms out of my swaddle -- man, she is quick! She is up out of that bed faster than I can spit my passy out tightening up that swaddle. It sure is hard to get one over on her -- but she is still awake - no full nights sleep in this plan. :)
My other favorite thing to do to rock her world is wait until she gets good and settled in the feeding process (which I might add -is difficult to stop once you start) and fill my diaper....and I don't really mean fill - I mean OVER fill. Big ole, smooshy, stinky, burn the hair in your nose, leak out and fill up my footies kind of full. The kind that when she changes me, she sqeals about germs and poop up on her elbows. I am just laughing and smiling cause I think it is hilarious!
One thing I have been doing has kind of back fired on me. I have gotten really good at pulling my tube out. I just wiggle my fingers up by my nose and pretend to rub my eyes or put my hands in my mouth, then I take one lil finger and put it on the tube between the tape and my nose and WA-LA! Sweet freedom! You should see the look on Mommy's face when she sees what I've done. Kind of a mix between being sad and mad and sad. I think she is more sad than anything because, as it turns out, she has to rip tape off my face and eventually put the silly tube back in (ugh). This has backfired because now she puts me in these blue arm bands so that I can't bend my elbos. I hate them - I know hate is a strong word but this is a very strong feeling I have. I HATE them! The only thing they are good for is batting Mommy or Sissy in the face (I have to admit, that is pretty fun). I miss the taste of my fingers so much!
She always tells me it is a good thing God made me so cute..... I wonder why she would say a thing like that (giggle).
Love,
E2
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