Friday, September 26, 2008

Ravenous Cribs

I strongly believe that objects have personalities. I also believe that they have appetites. They must. It started with my washing machine and dryer. I would put baby socks into it, only to have them re-emerge a few weeks later from other locations in the house. One even popped out from under the dish washer smelling like freshly dried laundry. Then there is the red recliner which coughed up a silver railroad spike on my floor.

This week I began to suspect a new object of having developed an appetite for a specific delicacy. Wednesday night, after her first middle of the night nursing (she has two) I could not find Nyobi's pacifier in her crib. I grabbed a substitute one from the stand then settled her down. Thursday night the same thing happened. No big deal, I thought, its not as if I won't find the pacifiers in the morning.

At 3 AM this morning, I stumbled about the baby room, feeding her then setting up her current "lounge" style seat. The seat is essential for keeping the snot filled baby oriented correctly. I settled her in, smiled at her and then looked for her "Nuky". I knew exactly where it was, because after two nights of losing them and having to think hard enough to find a replacement at 3 AM, I took the preventative measure.

It was gone. I stripped the crib, but could not find it. Fortunately, I grabbed the one spare, and settled the baby. There is only one huge problem with this. That was the LAST spare. I went from having five nukys around the house, to having one. Also, when a plastic piece disappears from the crib in the room when you are looking at said piece of furniture and nobody else is awake, you worry a little about putting the baby back in said same furniture.

This morning I searched her room crib and clothes. None of the three nukys I KNOW for certain were last seen in her crib are in her crib. They aren't even around her crib. They are GONE!!! That is what I have, a Nuky eating ravenous Crib. What happens if the crib really does eat nukies and doesn't mind a side of baby? Some weird cartoon like mouth creeps open from the mattress and swallows it all whole...

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

That Little Noise.

I took both children shopping with me. Cora was an angel (and she was wearing one too)! Nyobi was fine at first, but then she got uncomfortable. She started to cry, so I gave her the nookie and she relaxed. Ready to finish my task, I turned away. Then I heard a noise. It was a little noise, not a scream, not a pout, but a little tiny pacifier muted moan.


It lasted only a second at most. I patted Nyobis cheek and turned back to Cora who seemed equally disturbed by that little noise. "Okay." I said. "Now what do we need to get next?"

"Um, Fish!!" said Cora.

"Nnnn." said Nyobi.

WE both turned to her in dismay.

"Nnnn." said Nyobi, her big eyes showing her despair that she was stuck in the carseat in a grocery store and not being held, and fed. There is no demand in her gaze, just lost hope and broken dreams. Its heart rending.

"Nnnn." said Nyobi. My heart pulled, my brain decided I was the worst parent ever.

"Oooh," a passing stranger said. "Look at the poor thing, with those big Blue eyes." She cast a disparaging look my direction.

"Nnnn." said Nyobi. Cora grumbled to herself, and tried to pat her sisters cheek to calm her down. There are ways of dealing with a screaming baby. There are ways of soothing a crying baby. There is no good way to make that little noise go away. I know. Both Cora and I tried.

We did manage to shorten the grocery list, sped up check out and got us home in record time. "Nnnn." said Nyobi.

That little noise will undo my calm yet.