Dear Baby

by kristas on April 19, 2010

I promise:

Anytime I shake up a bottle I will give it to you. You do not have to launch into hysterics and prove to me that you have to have it right this second, because my mommy intuition has already told me that you’re hungry.
Rocking, walking and giving you the paci are all signs that it’s time to take a nap. I am not about torture you and I promise you will miss nothing while you’re snoozing. Some day you will be 29 years old and you will want to give your right arm for a nap and you won’t be able to take one, so take advantage while you can.
The toys that we spent money for – the dolls, the stuffed animals, the books are all way more fun than Mommy’s cell phone, Daddy’s remote or PapPap’s hat.
When I leave the room to use the bathroom, I will come back. We don’t actually need to play peek-a-boo while I pee.

{ 7 comments }

Jess April 19, 2010 at 9:12 am: Hahahaha. Love it.
Joanna April 19, 2010 at 9:15 am: LOL. This cracks me up. When Madison sees the bottle she totally loses it and launches in a fit of hysterics. She is quite the drama queen these days.
LCW April 19, 2010 at 9:17 am: That’s great! I remind Ryann that screaming louder doesn’t make the diaper change go any faster. I can only change the diaper as fast as she cooperates. And what is it with phones, remotes and pricey gadgets vs. plush baby toys?
KLZ April 19, 2010 at 10:15 am: I’ve stopped buying toys. He never seems to care about them anyway choosing instead to fight me for an empty soda bottle.
TR April 19, 2010 at 12:45 pm: Love it! So tell me down the road do you see yourself being the mother that when your daugter is in her teens telling her “I hope you have a daughter just like you someday!” Hmmm memories!
Marianne April 19, 2010 at 10:18 pm: HAHAHA! Hilarious!

I swear the only toys my kids are having are:
laundry baskets
paper towel rolls
newspaper
an old cell phone
a remote control
magazines
wrapping paper rolls
cardboard boxes of all sizes
and maybe some toilet paper

I swear to God, that’s all my brother and I ever wanted to play with and that’s all the little rugrats I take care of want. And I loathe the obnoxiously bright toys that look like a crayola factory blew up on them, so it’s a win-win.
Julie April 20, 2010 at 11:02 pm: I’m pretty sure your babe needs to have a conversation with mine because mine seriously thinks the world is going to end when I walk out of a room, put her on the floor, or start to shake a bottle .