It's one of those days...
Jakob won't let me put him down. If he's out of my arms for more than 47 seconds, he starts to wail. I can take him out of his Baby Bjorn long enough only to feed him. As soon as he has recovered from his milk coma (and has finished spitting up on as many of my body parts as he can reach), he has to go back into the carrier so I can clean up said body parts.
I've just eated a single slice of leftover (formerly frozen) pizza, the first thing to pass my lips all day, save for a cup of frigid coffee.
Oh, the joys.
(Not even mentioning the construction noise...)
I've just eated a single slice of leftover (formerly frozen) pizza, the first thing to pass my lips all day, save for a cup of frigid coffee.
Oh, the joys.
(Not even mentioning the construction noise...)
posted by Melanie A at 2:22 p.m.
2 Comments:
Oh dear...see, now this might have been a good day to call someone (hint, hint) to come and spell you off with the holding/walking/burping/soothing of the Baerchen...and/or to bring you something better to eat than cold pizza and coffee!
I'm serious - just call. Even at short notice. If it's not possible for me to relocate to UBC at that particular moment, I promise I will say so! :)
Way to go Melanie...hopefully my Melanie will call you soon and take you up on those offers. You would do a great job standing in for Nanny (that's me) and you and my Melanie could have a nice visit together while drinking lots of tea.
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