These are the days
These are the type of days in which I TRY to remember what I did prior to Emmy. She had a really bad time with her gums today so I gave her some Tylenol. I don't know why but it knocked her out most of the day. Anyway, I found myself walking around in circles, should I watch TV, go on the computer... what would I do on the computer? Look up baby information, look up Boston Terrier information, play a java game? Hmmm, that lasted about 10 minutes before I decided to stand above her playpen and make sure she is "really" asleep...yup, now what do I do? OKAY, now I know, duh, let's start getting ready for the garage sale next weekend.... The closet is a good place....That took like 5 minutes. So next was Emmy's because hers is a mess and at least I could clean up in there. That was another 5 minutes. I tried to sit and relax, that doesn't work either. I know I worked and that ate up about 8 hours BUT then what did I do after that? I slept a lot, ALOT. I wonder how many years I slept total before I had her. Anyway, Back to the computer, I read some message boards checked my email for the billionth time... I was bored out of my mind!
Speaking of message boards, I read on one yesterday that the Bumper pads on the crib should not be put on until they are about a year old... so last night I am freaking and decided to take it off while she was in it sleeping... She actually does press her face up against it so I guess it was a good idea. Now I am worried that she is going to bang her head... I hear their is a mesh pad at Target that I am going to have to check out. Good Lord, safety is such a huge issue, I drive myself batty when I read everything. I really don't totally know what I am doing ( unless somebody trys to tell me something, then I know it!), because I didn't realize at 1 years old they still slept in a crib....
It is really scary when you have a kid because suddenly you realize that you have turned into your parents. Not that there is anything wrong with my parents... It just seems ironic to me that when you are growing up you do everything to not be like them, to be cool, be independent, then you wake up one day and you realize you have actually become them. I think I have more of my father's traits but I know I have some of my mother's. I worry all the time like my dad, I worry so much that it is normal for me not to have skin on my fingers. I have strange habits like standing straight in front of the TV and staring at it like a zombie... that is totally something my dad does all the time and for some reason God decided that I need that in my gene pool as well. I am starting to enjoy taking pictures but I don't think I have the talent like my father... but I enjoy it just the same. I have my mother's compassion for people, although I really didn't know this until she told me to stop always feeling sorry for myself and to do something for others. That is when I started working at school and working with kids in need... Who knew I could make a difference in a kid's life? I also found that like her people are good at talking to her and she is a good listener which I seem to have as well. It makes me wonder if down the line, way back when, was there some ancestor of mine doing the same sort of stuff that I do now? It is weird how our gene pool goes from one generation to another and meshes with another to create a whole new person. I wonder if Emmy is going to love Video games or bite her fingers... maybe both and she will wonder why she does the things she does... Of course on the video games she isn't going to have to wonder very hard!
Anyway, that is all for now. Ta-Ta!
Speaking of message boards, I read on one yesterday that the Bumper pads on the crib should not be put on until they are about a year old... so last night I am freaking and decided to take it off while she was in it sleeping... She actually does press her face up against it so I guess it was a good idea. Now I am worried that she is going to bang her head... I hear their is a mesh pad at Target that I am going to have to check out. Good Lord, safety is such a huge issue, I drive myself batty when I read everything. I really don't totally know what I am doing ( unless somebody trys to tell me something, then I know it!), because I didn't realize at 1 years old they still slept in a crib....
It is really scary when you have a kid because suddenly you realize that you have turned into your parents. Not that there is anything wrong with my parents... It just seems ironic to me that when you are growing up you do everything to not be like them, to be cool, be independent, then you wake up one day and you realize you have actually become them. I think I have more of my father's traits but I know I have some of my mother's. I worry all the time like my dad, I worry so much that it is normal for me not to have skin on my fingers. I have strange habits like standing straight in front of the TV and staring at it like a zombie... that is totally something my dad does all the time and for some reason God decided that I need that in my gene pool as well. I am starting to enjoy taking pictures but I don't think I have the talent like my father... but I enjoy it just the same. I have my mother's compassion for people, although I really didn't know this until she told me to stop always feeling sorry for myself and to do something for others. That is when I started working at school and working with kids in need... Who knew I could make a difference in a kid's life? I also found that like her people are good at talking to her and she is a good listener which I seem to have as well. It makes me wonder if down the line, way back when, was there some ancestor of mine doing the same sort of stuff that I do now? It is weird how our gene pool goes from one generation to another and meshes with another to create a whole new person. I wonder if Emmy is going to love Video games or bite her fingers... maybe both and she will wonder why she does the things she does... Of course on the video games she isn't going to have to wonder very hard!
Anyway, that is all for now. Ta-Ta!